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"Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time."
"Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast, The rapids are near, and the daylight's past."
"Just as the mind the erring sense believes, The erring mind, in turn, the sense deceives."
"Self is the medium thro' which Judgment's ray Can seldom pass without being turned astray."
"Patience lingers o'er the weedy shore, And, mutely waiting till the storm be o'er, Turns to young Hope, who still directs his eye To some blue spot, just breaking in the sky!"
"A Persian's heaven is easily made: 'Tis but black eyes and lemonade."
"Oft, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken!"
"I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!"
"What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine."
"All that's bright must fade,— The brightest and the fleetest; All that's sweet was made, But to be lost when sweetest."
"Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea! Jehovah has triumphed—his people are free."
"Oh, call it by some better name, For friendship sounds too cold."
"Come, come," said Tom's father, "at your time of life, There's no longer excuse for thus playing the rake-- It is time you should think, boy, of taking a wife." "Why, so it is father--whose wife shall I take?"
"Go where glory waits thee, But while fame elates thee, Oh! still remember me!"
"Oh! breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid."
"And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls."
"The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more."
"Life is a waste of wearisome hours Which seldom the rose of enjoyment adorns; And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers, Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."
"Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore."
"Believe me, if all those endearing young charms Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow and fleet in my arms, Like fairy gifts fading away. Thou wouldst still be adored as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will, And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart, Would entwine itself verdantly still."
"No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close, As the sun-flower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."
"But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream."
"The tribute most high to a head that is royal, Is love from a heart that loves liberty too."
"Eyes of unholy blue."
"'Tis the last rose of Summer, Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone."
"When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?"
"The Minstrel Boy to the war is gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he has girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him."
"And the best of all ways To lengthen our days Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!"
"You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still."
"No eye to watch, and no tongue to wound us All earth forgot, and all heaven around us."
"The light that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing."
"My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me."
"Love, nursed among pleasures, is faithless as they, But the love born of Sorrow, like Sorrow, is true."
"Ask a woman's advice, and, whate'er she advise, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise."
"Accurst is the march of that glory Which treads o'er the hearts of the free."
"Man for his glory To ancestry flies; But Woman's bright story Is told in her eyes."
"This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas, The past, the future,—two eternities!"
"But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fast To some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last."
"There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song."
"Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit, But the trail of the serpent is over them all."
"Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, Grow pure by being purely shone upon."
"One morn a Peri at the gate Of Eden stood disconsolate."
"Take all the pleasures of all the spheres, And multiply each through endless years,— One minute of heaven is worth them all."
"But the trail of the serpent is over them all."
"Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I 've seen my fondest hopes decay; I never loved a tree or flower But 't was the first to fade away. I never nurs'd a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well And love me, it was sure to die."
"Paradise itself were dim And joyless, if not shared with him!"
"It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury."
"Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye, But turn to ashes on the lips."
"Oh for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!"
"Beholding heaven, and feeling hell."
"As sunshine broken in the rill, Though turned astray, is sunshine still."
"Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea."
"Alas! how light a cause may move Dissension between hearts that love! Hearts that the world in vain had tried, And sorrow but more closely tied; That stood the storm when waves were rough, Yet in a sunny hour fall off, Like ships that have gone down at sea When heaven was all tranquillity."
"Love on through all ills, and love on till they die."
"And oh if there be an Elysium on earth, It is this, it is this!"
"When Time who steals our years away Shall steal our pleasures too, The mem'ry of the past will stay, And half our joys renew."
"Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow, I 'll taste the luxury of woe."
"Where bastard Freedom waves The fustian flag in mockery over slaves."
"How shall we rank thee upon glory's page, Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?"
"I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd Above the green elms, that a cottage was near; And I said, "If there's peace to be found in the world, A heart that was humble might hope for it here.""
"The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them."
"Like a young eagle who has lent his plume To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom, See their own feathers pluck'd to wing the dart Which rank corruption destines for their heart."
"There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"
"Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all."
"Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade."
"Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay."
"Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print."
"Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon."
"Oh stay! oh stay! Joy so seldom weaves a chain Like this to-night, that oh 't is pain To break its links so soon."
"When did morning ever break, And find such beaming eyes awake?"
"And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers Is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns."
"There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet."
"Oh, weep for the hour When to Eveleen's bower The lord of the valley with false vows came."
"Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?"
"No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close; As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets The same look which she turn'd when he rose."
"The moon looks On many brooks, "The brook can see no moon but this.""
"And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen, The maiden herself will steal after it soon."
"'T is sweet to think that where'er we rove We are sure to find something blissful and dear; And that when we 're far from the lips we love, We've but to make love to the lips we are near."
"'T is believ'd that this harp which I wake now for thee Was a siren of old who sung under the sea."
"To live with them is far less sweet Than to remember thee."
"Thus, when the lamp that lighted The traveller at first goes out, He feels awhile benighted, And looks around in fear and doubt. But soon, the prospect clearing, By cloudless starlight on he treads, And thinks no lamp so cheering As that light which Heaven sheds."
"I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart, I but know that I love thee whatever thou art."
"To live and die in scenes like this, With some we 've left behind us."
"Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea."
"Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells Of youth and home, and that sweet time When last I heard their soothing chime!"
"As half in shade and half in sun This world along its path advances, May that side the sun's upon Be all that e'er shall meet thy glances!"
"If I speak to thee in friendship's name, Thou think'st I speak too coldly; If I mention love's devoted flame, Thou say'st I speak too boldly."
"A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady."
"The bird let loose in Eastern skies, Returning fondly home, Ne'er stoops to earth her wing, nor flies Where idle warblers roam; But high she shoots through air and light, Above all low delay, Where nothing earthly bounds her flight, Nor shadow dims her way."
"This world is all a fleeting show, For man's illusion given; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow,— There's nothing true but Heaven."
"As down in the sunless retreats of the ocean Sweet flowers are springing no mortal can see, So deep in my soul the still prayer of devotion, Unheard by the world, rises silent to Thee. As still to the star of its worship, though clouded, The needle points faithfully o'er the dim sea, So dark when I roam in this wintry world shrouded, The hope of my spirit turns trembling to Thee."
"Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal."
"When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love."
"I give thee all,—I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee."
"Who has not felt how sadly sweet The dream of home, the dream of home, Steals o'er the heart, too soon to fleet, When far o'er sea or land we roam?"
"To Greece we give our shining blades."
"When thus the heart is in a vein Of tender thought, the simplest strain Can touch it with peculiar power."
"If thou would'st have me sing and play As once I play'd and sung, First take this time-worn lute away, And bring one freshly strung."
"To sigh, yet feel no pain; To weep, yet scarce know why; To sport an hour with Beauty's chain, Then throw it idly by."
"Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains."
"Humility, that low, sweet root From which all heavenly virtues shoot."
"The falling of fountains—the slight summer rain— The voice of the dove, were less sweet than thy strain; Till stirred with delight, would her exquisite wings Beat time on the west wind, to echo thy strings."
"Loud roared the dreadful thunder, The rain a deluge showers."
"As she lay, on that day, In the bay of Biscay, O!"
"For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in."
"A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping, For her husband was far on the wild-raging sea."
"Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye."
"For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear."
""That 's eight times to-day that you 've kissed me before." "Then here goes another," says he, "to make sure, For there 's luck in odd numbers," says Rory O'More."
"As she sat in the low-backed car The man at the turn-pike bar Never asked for the toll But just rubbed his auld poll And looked after the low-backed car."
"Sure my love is all crost Like a bud in the frost And there's no use at all in my going to bed, For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!"
"And with my advice, faith I wish you'd take me."
"Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs."
"Once the Bishop looked grave at your jest, Till this remark set him off wid the rest: "Is it lave gaiety All to the laity? Cannot the clargy be Irishmen too?""
"The little red lark, like a rosy spark Of song, to his sun-burst flies; But till you are risen, earth is a prison, Full of my captive sighs."
"This lass so neat, with smiles so sweet, Has won my right good-will, I’d crowns resign to call thee mine, Sweet lass of Richmond Hill."
"When it comes to rock icons, there is certainly a place for Phil Lynott. In addition to his talents as a brilliant singer/songwriter and rightfully praised for his role as frontman of Thin Lizzy, it’s often forgotten just how good of a bass player Lynott was during his career. He earned acclaim for his pick work on the instrument and those hard-charged solos made popular during the band's exhilarating live sets."
"Poetry and pistols, wine and women."
"He sows no vile dissensions; good-will to all he bears; He knows no vain pretensions, no paltry fears or cares; To Erin's and to Britain's sons his worth his name endears; They love the man, who led the van of Irish Volunteers."
"He was acting as second...to Deane Grady, in a duel between the latter and Counsellor O'Maher. O'Maher's second, during the preliminaries, drew Lysaght's attention to the fact that his pistol was cocked. "Take care, Mr. Lysaght, your pistol is cocked." "Well, then," says Pleasant Ned, "cock yours, and let me take a slap at you, as we are idle.""
"While he was living in college, there were two sprigs of nobility there, who made themselves ridiculous. These were the two sons of Lord Norbury, the Chief Justice of the Court of Common Pleas. Lord Norbury had married the heiress of the Norwood estates, and while he was serving the office of Attorney-General, he had influence enough to get his wife made Viscountess Norwood in her own right, with remainder to her second son. In the course of time, John Toler, the Attorney-General, was himself raised to the peerage as Lord Norbury, his eldest son, of course, succeeding him in the title. Many were the mistakes about the two Hon. Messrs. Toler; the future Norwood being often confounded with the future Norbury, and vice versa. The thing was more ridiculous, as the Toler family had no aristocratic pretensions. Lysaght, one day meeting the two young, conceited Tolers, in the square of the college, went up to them and said—"Pray tell me which is which? Which of you is Bogberry, and which of you is Bogwood?" The semi-plebeian filii nobiles by no means relished the allusion to bogs."
"Spending faster than it comes, Beating waiters, bailiffs, duns, Bacchus' true-begotten sons, Live the rakes of Mallow."
"A man of more varied talents than Lysaght it was impossible to meet. In his personal character he was a thorough Irishman—brave, brilliant, witty, eloquent, and devil-may-care. He was a capital song-writer; his poems are full of that indescribable animal buoyancy which is a chief essence of Irish genius. He had a flow of exuberant spirits; his gaiety was like the laugh of matchless Mrs. Nisbett, an infallible cure for the blue devils, a potent destroyer of spleen."