 | 1823 - 746 sayfa
...Lord, (Itosslyn?) which I never could look at, without being struck with the disproportion between How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The strong rope of tate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed ; My cheek sunk and sallow ; While I languish... | |
 | 1823 - 762 sayfa
...without being struck with the disproportion between How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining 1 The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining....dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. the gaunt figure of the peer, and the petty instrument... | |
 | Percy Society - 1844 - 324 sayfa
...Poems, called, " The Recluse of Inehidony," 1830. " Who the hero of this song ( Ir dubac 4 mo cds) is, I know not," remarks the translator, " but convicts,...wilder. I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, " Irish for Clonmell. And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying... | |
 | sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1845 - 262 sayfa
...know not; but convicts, from obvious reosons, *ave been peculiar objects of sympathy in Ireland. • How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining! The...young neck is twining. My strength is departed; My chcuk sunk and sallow; While I languish in chains, In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy in the village... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew - 1846 - 882 sayfa
...' How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining 1 The strong rope of fate For (bis л uuiifj neck ia twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chaina In the gaol of Cloninala, 4 No boy in the village Was ever yet milder, I 'd pl»y with a child,... | |
 | Jeremiah Joseph Callanan - 1847 - 184 sayfa
...of the Tweed, particularly over golf, which he called " fiddling wi' a pick," but enough of this — How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ; The...young neck is twining ; My strength is departed. My cheeks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the village... | |
 | 1855 - 1416 sayfa
...himself: so natural are the reflections, and so apparently unstudied is the entire soliloquy. How liard is my fortune And vain my repining ; The strong rope of fate For this young neck ia twining : My strength is departed. My checks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the... | |
 | Samuel Lover - 1858 - 394 sayfa
...Such is the case in Italy ; and that fact makes Italy, at this moment, an object of European interest. How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strikef To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurlbat is lying, Through... | |
 | Sir Charles Gavan Duffy - 1861 - 264 sayfa
...as we call it in Ireland, a hurly. The do wrtption Strutt quotes from old Carew Is quite graphic.] How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The...chains, In the gaol of Clonmala.' / No boy in the Tillage Was ever yet milder, I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder. I'd dance without... | |
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HOW hard is my fortune. And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining. My strength is departed, My cheek sunk and sallow, While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.' No boy in the village Was ever yet milder. I'd... 
