Ierne: Or, Anecdotes and Incidents During a Life Chiefly in Ireland. With Notices of People and PlacesPartridge and Company, 1861 - 344 sider |
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... better cause ) could urge was here most lavishly bestowed , to spread abroad but RUIN ! " There's a custodium , " said a clever country harpy of the law , with joyous sneer , as he observed a pipe of wine pass over Athlone Bridge , to ...
... better cause ) could urge was here most lavishly bestowed , to spread abroad but RUIN ! " There's a custodium , " said a clever country harpy of the law , with joyous sneer , as he observed a pipe of wine pass over Athlone Bridge , to ...
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... better be left to drive in the customary way . While my friend in the inside of the chariot was now occupied with his meditations , my skill was exercised in drawing on my outside friend , the driver , and in learning his propensities ...
... better be left to drive in the customary way . While my friend in the inside of the chariot was now occupied with his meditations , my skill was exercised in drawing on my outside friend , the driver , and in learning his propensities ...
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... better day for a contemplation of the beauties of nature . Every turn in that winding road developed a fresh attraction . Here was the " Devil's Bit " mountain , with all its " old crone's " stories and romance about it . Barnane at its ...
... better day for a contemplation of the beauties of nature . Every turn in that winding road developed a fresh attraction . Here was the " Devil's Bit " mountain , with all its " old crone's " stories and romance about it . Barnane at its ...
Side 51
... better ability to pay , but from the too frequent opportunities of indulging in the vice so questionably afforded . Thus , there is scarcely any transaction , or even casual meeting or parting with an acquaintance , that is not graced ...
... better ability to pay , but from the too frequent opportunities of indulging in the vice so questionably afforded . Thus , there is scarcely any transaction , or even casual meeting or parting with an acquaintance , that is not graced ...
Side 65
... kept , by rushing his horses down the precipitous road ; but he was not just the fool to try and make the turn at the foot of the hill , as long as any better thing was possible . He therefore forced his team at a thorn - tree.
... kept , by rushing his horses down the precipitous road ; but he was not just the fool to try and make the turn at the foot of the hill , as long as any better thing was possible . He therefore forced his team at a thorn - tree.
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Side 92 - For, oh, if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this ! There's a bliss beyond all that the minstrel has told, When two, that are link'd in one heavenly tie, With heart never changing and brow never cold, Love on through all ills, and love on till they die ; One hour of a passion so sacred is worth Whole ages of heartless and wandering bliss : And oh...
Side 266 - 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.
Side 6 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell...
Side 135 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...
Side 135 - If thou wouldst stay e'en as thou art, All cold, and all serene, I still might press thy silent heart, And where thy smiles have been...
Side 149 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all used in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all ' Guilty, guilty ! '. I shall despair.
Side 295 - In all places, then, and in all seasons, Flowers expand their light and soul-like wings, Teaching us, by most persuasive reasons, How akin they are to human things. And with childlike, credulous affection We behold their tender buds expand ; Emblems of our own great resurrection, Emblems of the bright and better land.
Side 135 - And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again, And still the thought I will not brook That I must look in vain. But, when I speak, thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid, And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary ! thou art dead.
Side 60 - ... sweet desires, Mingling the meek and vestal fires Of other worlds with all the bliss, The fond, weak tenderness of this ! A soul, too, more than half divine, Where, through some shades of earthly feeling, Religion's...
Side 110 - Oh, where does faithful Gelert roam ? the flower of all his race ! so true, so brave ! a lamb at home — a lion in the chase!