Irish Literature, Volume 8Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Charles Welsh, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, James Jeffrey Roche J. D. Morris, 1904 - Irish literature |
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Page 2853
... feels , while in Ireland , that there is no country in the world so fresh and reposeful as the Emerald Isle , with its perpetual touch of spring - no race so leisurely and restful as the Irish - that there is no land and no people so ...
... feels , while in Ireland , that there is no country in the world so fresh and reposeful as the Emerald Isle , with its perpetual touch of spring - no race so leisurely and restful as the Irish - that there is no land and no people so ...
Page 2855
... feel uncomfortable by his compliments . No matter how extravagant his flattery may be , it is so ex- pressed that you are enabled to carry it off with a laugh , while at the same time you are bound to feel pleased with the spirit which ...
... feel uncomfortable by his compliments . No matter how extravagant his flattery may be , it is so ex- pressed that you are enabled to carry it off with a laugh , while at the same time you are bound to feel pleased with the spirit which ...
Page 2857
... feel a dale better after that , sur ! " Stories of the simpleness and artlessness of the people are very entertaining . A well - known society lady , residing at Cork , sent a letter to the militia barracks , requesting the pleasure of ...
... feel a dale better after that , sur ! " Stories of the simpleness and artlessness of the people are very entertaining . A well - known society lady , residing at Cork , sent a letter to the militia barracks , requesting the pleasure of ...
Page 2885
... feeling that are expressed in the natural works of man in this state of imperfect civilization , and particularly in the original music which comes direct from the heart , untrammeled by rules , will , however sim- ple , possess charms ...
... feeling that are expressed in the natural works of man in this state of imperfect civilization , and particularly in the original music which comes direct from the heart , untrammeled by rules , will , however sim- ple , possess charms ...
Page 2886
... feeling my heart glow with tenderness and pride ! Well may Ireland exult in the possession of such strains ; but she will exult more when freedom shall bid her indulge the proud feelings that of right belong to her ! If the character of ...
... feeling my heart glow with tenderness and pride ! Well may Ireland exult in the possession of such strains ; but she will exult more when freedom shall bid her indulge the proud feelings that of right belong to her ! If the character of ...
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Page 3221 - Poor youth ! said my uncle Toby ; he has been bred up from an infant in the army, and the name of a soldier, Trim, sounded in his ears like the name of a friend : I wish I had him here. I never in the longest march, said the Corporal, had so great a mind to my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company. What could be the matter with me, an...
Page 3014 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Page 3223 - Trim, said my uncle Toby, — for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not : — At the great and general review of us all, Corporal, at the day of judgment, (and not till then) — it will be seen who have done their duties in this world, — and who have not ; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly. — 1 hope we shall, said Trim. It is in the scripture, said my uncle Toby; and I will show it thee to-morrow.
Page 3106 - I take to be a prudent old fellow, who has got money to lend. I am blockhead enough to give fifty per cent, sooner than not have it ! and you, I presume, are rogue enough to take a hundred if you can get it. Now, sir, you see we are acquainted at once, and may proceed to business without further ceremony.
Page 3014 - Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!" he said. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. "Forward, the Light Brigade!
Page 3015 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon behind them, Volleyed and thundered ; Stormed at with shot and shell, While horse and hero fell...
Page 3220 - It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account : —
Page 3226 - The sun looked bright the morning after to every eye in the village but Le Fevre's and his afflicted son's ; the hand of death pressed heavy upon his eyelids, and hardly could the wheel at the cistern turn round its circle, when my uncle Toby, who had rose up an hour before his wonted time, entered the Lieutenant's room, and without preface or apology sat himself down...
Page 3071 - Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade : " ' Whose eloquence — brightening whatever it tried, Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave, — Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide, As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave...
Page 3080 - In my way hither, Mrs. Malaprop, I observed your niece's maid coming forth from a circulating library! — She had a book in each hand — they were half-bound volumes, with marble covers! — from that moment I guessed how full of duty I should see her mistress ! Mrs.