 I'd play with a child, And my sport would be wilder. I'd dance without tiring From morning till even, And the goal-ball I'd strike To the lightning of Heaven. At my bed-foot decaying, My hurl-bat is lying, Through the boys of the village My goal-ball...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Page 2121823Full view - About this book
 | England - 1823 - 746 pages
...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...sallow ; While I languish in chains, 'in the gaol of Clonni U.* No boy in the village Was ever yet milder, I'd pLiy with a child, And my sport would be... | |
 | Percy Society - English literature - 1844 - 320 pages
...illustrate the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurl-bat is lying, Through... | |
 | Thomas Crofton Croker - Ireland - 1844 - 316 pages
...the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat. How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...dance without tiring From morning till even, And the gaol-ball I'd strike To the lightning of heaven. At my bed-foot decaying My hurl-bat is lying, Through... | |
 | Percy Society - English literature - 1844 - 324 pages
...the song, the Editor deems it unnecessary to repeat. How hard is my fortune And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining...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 - Ballads, Irish - 1845 - 262 pages
...*ave been peculiar objects of sympathy in Ireland. • 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 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 - American periodicals - 1846 - 882 pages
...' 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 - English poetry - 1847 - 184 pages
...called " fiddling wi' a pick," but enough of this — 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 cheeks sunk and sallow ; While I languish in chains In the gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the village... | |
 | Ireland - 1855 - 1416 pages
...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 gaol of Clonmala.* No boy of the Tillage \\ as rvrr yet milder; I'd play with a child And my sport would be wilder ; I'd dance... | |
 | Samuel Lover - Ballads, English - 1858 - 394 pages
...Italy, at this moment, an object of European interest. How hard is my fortune, And vain my repining ! The strong rope of fate For this young neck is twining....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 the boys of... | |
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