Sketches in Ireland: Descriptive of Interesting Portions of the Counties of Donegal, Cork, and Kerry

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W. Curry, jun,, 1839 - 383 pages

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Page 195 - Imperial rule of all the sea-girt isles, That, like to rich and various gems, inlay The unadorned bosom of the deep...
Page 80 - tis, to cast one's eyes so low ! The crows and choughs that wing the midway air Show scarce so gross as beetles : half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head : The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice ; and yond...
Page 325 - Out of every corner of the woods and glens they came creeping forth upon their hands, for their legs could not bear them; they looked like anatomies of death ; they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves...
Page 247 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Page 15 - Gnomes ! o'er the waste you led your myriad powers, Climb'd on the whirls, and aim'd the flinty showers ! Onward resistless rolls the infuriate surge, Clouds follow clouds, and mountains mountains urge ; Wave over wave the driving desert swims, Bursts o'er their heads, inhumes their struggling limbs ; Man mounts on man, on camels camels rush, Hosts march o'er hosts, and nations nations crush, — Wheeling in air the winged islands fall, And one great earthy ocean covers all...
Page 82 - Yea, the stork in the heaven knoweth her appointed times; and the turtle and the crane and the swallow observe the time of their coming; but my people know not the judgment of the Lord.
Page 247 - Compared with this, how poor Religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart ! The Power, incensed, the pageant will desert, The pompous strain, the sacerdotal stole ; But haply, in some cottage far apart, May hear, well pleased, the language of the soul. And in his book of life the inmates poor enrol.
Page 311 - He was alone, and with all the civility that never deserts an Irishman, he welcomed us in God's name, and produced stools which he took care to wipe with his great-coat before he permitted us to sit on them. On inquiring from him why he was alone, and where were his family, he said they were all gone to the Watch Mass (it was the Saturday before Easter-day). " And what is the Watch Mass ?" He could not tell. " And what d'ay was yesterday ?" He could not tell. " And what day will to-morrow be?" He...
Page 55 - ... out of breath, encumbered with his clothes, the water rushing dark, deep, and rapid, amidst surrounding rocks ; through whirls, and ^currents, and drowning holes, the poor man struggled for life ; in another minute he would have sunk for ever, when his pursuers came up, and two or three of the most active and best swimmers rushed in and saved him from a watery grave. The whole party immediately got about him, they rolled him about until they got the water out of his stomach, wiped him with their...
Page 231 - ... Wisconsin, conducted the process so carelessly and unskillfully that the brig and cargo were sunk. This proceeding was instituted to recover damages for the loss sustained by the libelants. The entrance into the harbor is at the mouth of Root River. It has been improved by two piers. One of them is on the north, and the other on the south side. They are parallel to each other, and extend into the lake in a direction nearly due east, the north one running out about three hundred and thirty feet...

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