Introduction. Memoir of Carolan. Memoir of Thomas Furlong. Remains of Carolan. Addenda. Sentimental songs

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James Hardiman
J. Robins, 1831

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Page 323 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles, and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 145 - I've a heart — it can never be sad, When you smile at me full on the table; Surely you are my wife and brother — My only child — my father and mother — My outside coat — I have no other! Oh! I'll stand by you — while I am able.
Page 15 - OH ! turn thee to me, my only love, Let not despair confound me ; Turn, and may blessings from above In life and death surround thee. This fond heart throbs for thee alone — Oh ! leave me not to languish, Look on these eyes, whence sleep hath flown, Bethink thee of my anguish : My hopes, my thoughts, my destiny — All dwell, all rest, sweet girl, on thee.
Page 184 - Good Lord ! what a sight, After all their good cheer, For people to fight In the midst of their beer ! They rise from their feast, And hot are their brains, A cubit at least The length of their skeans3.
Page lxxii - OH ! if the atheist's words were true, If those we seek to save Sink — and, in sinking from our view, Are lost beyond the grave ! If life thus closed, how dark and drear Would this bewildered earth appear — Scarce worth the dust it gave : A tract of black sepulchral gloom, One yawning, ever-opening tomb...
Page 196 - Leurs compositions sont d'une grâce, d'une mollesse, d'un raffinement, soit d'expression, soit de sentiment, dont n'approche aucun peuple ancien ou moderne. La langue qu'ils parlent dans ce monde à leurs maîtresses semble être celle qu'ils parleront dans l'autre à leurs houris.
Page 161 - tis shame and sin To see the time we're losing ; Come lads, be gay, trip, trip away, While those who sit keep boozing. ' Where's Thady Oge ? up, Dan, you rogue, Why stand you shilly shally ; There's Mora near, and Una's here, And yonder's sporting Sally : Now frisk it round — aye, there's the sound Our sires were fond of hearing : The harp rings clear — hear, gossip, hear ! O sure such notes are cheering.
Page 341 - ONE morning very early, one morning in the spring, I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing ; Her chains she rattled on her hands while sweetly thus sung she ; " I love my love, because I know my love loves me.
Page 181 - V. cello (Edinb., 1801) ;An Historical Enquiry respecting the Performance of the Harp in the Highlands of Scotland, from the Earliest Times until it was discontinued about the year 1734 . . . (Edinb., 1807).
Page lxiii - In all my wand'rings round this world of care, In all my griefs — and God has given my share — I still had hopes, my latest hours to crown, Amidst these humble bowers to lay me down ; To husband out life's taper at the close, And keep the flame from wasting, by repose.

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