The Life and Letters of M.P. O'ConnorDempsey & Carroll, 1893 - 561 pages |
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The Life and Letters of M. P. O'Connor: Written and Edited by His Daughter ... Mary Doline O'Connor No preview available - 2017 |
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Page 502 - Let Fate do her worst ; there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy ; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features that joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled ! Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Page 250 - No other institution is left standing which carries the mind back to the times when the smoke of sacrifice rose from the Pantheon, and when camelopards and tigers bounded in the Flavian amphitheatre. The proudest royal houses are but of yesterday, when compared with the line of the Supreme Pontiffs.
Page 501 - Let Erin remember the days of old, Ere her faithless sons betrayed her, When Malachi wore the collar of gold, Which he won from her proud invader...
Page 502 - But though glory be gone, and though hope fade away, Thy name, loved Erin ! shall live in his songs, Not even in the hour when his heart is most gay Will he lose the remembrance of thee and thy wrongs ! The stranger shall hear thy lament on his plains ; The sigh of thy harp shall be sent o'er the deep, Till thy masters themselves, as they rivet thy chains, Shall pause at the song of their captive and weep ! WHILE GAZING ON THE MOON'S LIGHT.
Page 491 - DEAR Harp of my country ! in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long, When proudly, my own Island Harp ! I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom, and song...
Page 430 - It were but a trifle even if the walls of yonder Capitol were to crumble, if its lofty pillars should fall, and its gorgeous decorations be all covered by the dust of the valley. All these might be rebuilt. But who shall reconstruct the fabric of demolished government? Who shall rear again the well-proportioned columns of constitutional liberty? Who shall frame together the skillful architecture which unites national sovereignty with State rights, individual security, and public prosperity?
Page 503 - Wert thou all that I wish thee, — great, glorious, and...
Page 502 - But alas for his country ! — her pride is gone by, And that spirit is broken, which never would bend ; O'er the ruin her children in secret must sigh, For 'tis treason to love her, and death to defend. Unpriz'd are her sons, till they've learn'd to betray ; Undistinguish'd they live, if they shame not their sires ; And the torch, that would light them thro' dignity's way, Must be caught from the pile, where their country expires.
Page 82 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore. There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 431 - Who shall frame together the skilful architecture which unites national sovereignty with State rights, individual security, and public prosperity? No, if these columns fall, they will be raised not again. Like the Coliseum and the Parthenon, they will be destined to a mournful, a melancholy immortality.