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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... wind - swept moorlands ; its flat stretches of bog ; its gorgeous sunset glows ; the dreamy flow of its streams ; the restful expanse of its broad lakes ; and the soothing wash of the sea on its rugged cliffs and craggy strands ! What a ...
... wind - swept moorlands ; its flat stretches of bog ; its gorgeous sunset glows ; the dreamy flow of its streams ; the restful expanse of its broad lakes ; and the soothing wash of the sea on its rugged cliffs and craggy strands ! What a ...
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... ) Cean Duv Deelish The Wind on the Hills The One Forgotten . . 3117 . 3118 • 3118 . 3119 · 3126 · . 3126 . 3127 . 3128 All Souls Night The Priest's Brother 3129 • . 3130 SIGERSON , GEORGE • The Lost Tribune The Vision of xxvi CONTENTS .
... ) Cean Duv Deelish The Wind on the Hills The One Forgotten . . 3117 . 3118 • 3118 . 3119 · 3126 · . 3126 . 3127 . 3128 All Souls Night The Priest's Brother 3129 • . 3130 SIGERSON , GEORGE • The Lost Tribune The Vision of xxvi CONTENTS .
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... winds ; a wretched apology for a minister , who neither knew how to give nor where to seek protection ? No ! but round the laws and constitution and independence of the country . What were the affections and motives that called us into ...
... winds ; a wretched apology for a minister , who neither knew how to give nor where to seek protection ? No ! but round the laws and constitution and independence of the country . What were the affections and motives that called us into ...
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... wind blow and to gaze on the moon- So pensive was Kathleen , my poor little Kathleen , My Kathleen O'More ! Cold was the night - breeze that sighed round her bower ; It chilled my poor Kathleen ; she drooped from that hour And I lost my ...
... wind blow and to gaze on the moon- So pensive was Kathleen , my poor little Kathleen , My Kathleen O'More ! Cold was the night - breeze that sighed round her bower ; It chilled my poor Kathleen ; she drooped from that hour And I lost my ...
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... wind is whispering among the leaves , I tell you he is a man to work so long as he has a breath left to draw ; who would die in his harness rather than give up ; who would fight against opposing circum- stances whilst he had a drop of ...
... wind is whispering among the leaves , I tell you he is a man to work so long as he has a breath left to draw ; who would die in his harness rather than give up ; who would fight against opposing circum- stances whilst he had a drop 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.