Practical Guide to Great Britain and Ireland: Preparation, Cost, Routes, Sight-seeing, Volume 2Small, Maynard, 1909 - Great Britain |
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1st class rail 25 cents 3d class 3d class rail 62 cents 66 3d class abbey Aberdeen Ardlui Arms Hotel Ballachulish Banagher beautiful Belfast boat built Bundoran cabin Callander called cars Castle cathedral Causeway cave century church Clyde coach Cork Crianlarich Douglas drive Dublin Earl Edinburgh England English Enniskillen fare feet high fishing Fort Augustus Fort William Galway Garage Glasgow Glengariff Gourock Harbor Highlands Hill House Inverness Inversnaid Ireland Irish island James Kenmare Killaloe Killarney King Lake land Limerick Listowel Loch London Londonderry Lord Lough Lough Derg Mary miles North Oban passengers Pier Price Princes Street Queen of Scots Queenstown railway river rock route Royal ruins sail Scotch Scotland shore Sir Walter Scott Sligo Spean Bridge Station Hotel steamer Stirling story Tarbert Tickets sold tower town train trip trout visitor volume Warrenpoint Waverley Wemyss Bay William
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Page 84 - THE harp that once through TARA'S halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on TARA'S walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise, Now feel that pulse no more ! n.
Page 22 - THE BELLS OF SHANDON With deep affection and recollection I often think of those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, in the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle their magic spells. On this I ponder where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, sweet Cork, of thee; With thy bells of Shandon that sound so grand on The pleasant waters of the River Lee.
Page 83 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Page 93 - SWEET AUBURN ! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the laboring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest visit paid, And parting summer's lingering blooms delayed : Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene...
Page 225 - Shades of the dead ! have I not heard your voices Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale!" Surely the soul of the hero rejoices, And rides on the wind o'er his own Highland vale.
Page 82 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 202 - But scarce again his horn he wound, When lo ! forth starting at the sound. From underneath an aged oak, That slanted from the islet rock, A Damsel guider of its way, A little skiff shot to the bay...
Page 84 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more. No more to chiefs and ladies bright The harp of Tara swells : The chord alone, that breaks at night, Its tale of ruin tells. Thus Freedom now so seldom wakes, The only throb she gives Is when some heart indignant breaks, To show that still she...
Page 22 - Those Shandon Bells Whose sounds so wild would In days of childhood Fling round my cradle Their magic spells: On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder Sweet Cork, of thee, With thy bells of Shandon That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 17 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried.