The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 30

W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1847

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Pagina 357 - And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all nations with a rod of iron : and her child was caught up unto God, and to his throne.
Pagina 385 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Pagina 195 - Build ye houses, and dwell in them ; and plant gardens, and eat the fruit of them ; take ye wives, and beget sons and daughters; and take wives for your sons, and give your daughters to husbands, that they may bear sons and daughters ; that ye may be increased there, and not diminished.
Pagina 39 - ... of a spring, on the breast of Helvellyn, Under the twigs of a young birch tree ! The oak that in summer was sweet to hear, And rustled its leaves in the fall of the year, And whistled and roared in the winter alone, Is gone, — and the birch in its stead is grown. — The Knight's bones are dust, And his good sword rust ; — His soul is with the saints, I trust.
Pagina 137 - That lie upon her charmed heart. She sleeps; on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.
Pagina 128 - ... he loved not to be long wooing of wenches to yield to him, but where he came, he took by force the spoil of other men's love, and left but lamentation to their lovers ; that his...
Pagina 274 - Round swings the hammer of industry, quickly the sharp chisel rings, And the heart of the toiler has throbbings that stir not the bosom of kings — • He the true ruler and conqueror, he the true king of his race Who nerveth his arm for life's combat, and looks the strong world in the face.
Pagina 129 - My love she is, and my coleen oge,* And she dwells in Bal'nagar; And she bears the palm of beauty bright From the fairest that in Erin are. In Bal'nagar is the Coolun, Like the berry on the bough her cheek; Bright beauty dwells for ever On her fair neck and ringlets sleek...
Pagina 135 - For your father's on the hill, and your mother is asleep : .Come up above the crags, and we'll dance a highland reel Around the fairy thorn on the steep.' " At Anna Grace's door 'twas thus the maidens cried, Three merry maidens fair in kirtles of the green ; And Anna laid the rock and the weary wheel aside, The fairest of the four, I ween. " They're glancing through the glimmer of the quiet eve, Away in...
Pagina 39 - In the spring of 1805, a young gentleman of talents, and of a most amiable disposition, perished by losing his way on the mountain Hellvellyn.

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