The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 3, Part 1W. B. Kelly, 1853 - Ireland |
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... those on the Fine Arts . To do the Press justice , it is most anxious to repair the deficiency ; but there is much difficulty in finding writers competent to dischargeth is onerous duty 8 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW .
... those on the Fine Arts . To do the Press justice , it is most anxious to repair the deficiency ; but there is much difficulty in finding writers competent to dischargeth is onerous duty 8 THE IRISH QUARTERLY REVIEW .
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... Justice of the Peace , " 1762 , 2 vols . 8vo . " New and complete Law Dictionary , " London : 2 vols . folio , 1764 , third edition published in 1782-3 . " New Treatise concerning the laws for the preservation of game , containing all ...
... Justice of the Peace , " 1762 , 2 vols . 8vo . " New and complete Law Dictionary , " London : 2 vols . folio , 1764 , third edition published in 1782-3 . " New Treatise concerning the laws for the preservation of game , containing all ...
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... justice to the wronged - to wipe the tear from the widow or orphan , will afford the satis- faction that is worthy of a man . " It would be injustice , " says Curran's son , " to suppress another passage . Having a little before chided ...
... justice to the wronged - to wipe the tear from the widow or orphan , will afford the satis- faction that is worthy of a man . " It would be injustice , " says Curran's son , " to suppress another passage . Having a little before chided ...
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... justice of the king's bench relative to the publication of the trial of Rowan : - " Lord Clonmel . Your servant , Mr. Byrne ; I perceive you have advertised Mr. Rowan's trial . ' Byrne . ' The advertisement , my lord , is Mr. Rowan's ...
... justice of the king's bench relative to the publication of the trial of Rowan : - " Lord Clonmel . Your servant , Mr. Byrne ; I perceive you have advertised Mr. Rowan's trial . ' Byrne . ' The advertisement , my lord , is Mr. Rowan's ...
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... Justice of Ceylon . The Right Hon . G. Ogle , a rampant Orangeman , a Privy Councillor , fought Barney Coyle , a distiller . Henry Grattan fought Lord Earlsfort , and the Hon . Isaac Corry . The Hon . J. Hely Hutchinson , Provost of ...
... Justice of Ceylon . The Right Hon . G. Ogle , a rampant Orangeman , a Privy Councillor , fought Barney Coyle , a distiller . Henry Grattan fought Lord Earlsfort , and the Hon . Isaac Corry . The Hon . J. Hely Hutchinson , Provost of ...
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Page 399 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth ; Where on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth. O'er fell and fountain sheen. O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds...
Page 124 - HE that loves a rosy Cheek, Or a coral Lip admires ; Or from star-like Eyes doth seek Fuel to maintain his fires : As old Time makes these decay, So his flames must waste away ! But a smooth and steadfast Mind, Gentle Thoughts, and calm Desires, Hearts with equal love combined, Kindle never-dying fires ! Where these are not ; I despise Lovely Cheeks ! or Lips ! or Eyes...
Page 147 - Among these unhappy mortals is the writer of dictionaries, whom mankind have considered not as the pupil but the slave of science, the pioneer of literature, doomed only to remove rubbish and clear obstructions from the paths through which learning and genius press forward to conquest and glory, without bestowing a smile on the humble drudge that facilitates their progress.
Page 175 - Whose wit, in the combat, as gentle as bright, " Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade...
Page 390 - The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil whusslit in the wood, The burn sang to the trees. And we with Nature's heart in tune. Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn, For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Wi
Page 119 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 436 - And we felt our broadswords' edges, And we proved them to be true ; And we prayed the prayer of soldiers, And we cried the gathering-cry, And we clasped the hands of kinsmen And we swore to do or die ! Then our leader rode before us On his war-horse black as night — Well the Cameronian rebels Knew that charger in the fight ! — And a cry of exultation From the bearded warriors rose ; For we loved the house of Claver'se, And we thought of good Montrose. But he raised his hand for silence — "...
Page 121 - Twa bairns, and but ae heart ! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear ; And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof lock'd in loof, What our wee heads could think ? When baith bent doun ower ae braid page, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee.
Page 175 - The world is a looking-glass, and gives back to every man the reflection of his own face. Frown at it, and it will in turn look sourly upon you; laugh at it and with it, and it is a jolly kind companion ; and so let all young persons take their choice.
Page 436 - Soon we heard a challenge-trumpet Sounding in the pass below, And the distant tramp of horses, And the voices of the foe : Down we crouched amid the bracken, Till the Lowland ranks drew near, Panting like the hounds in summer, When they scent the stately deer. From the dark defile emerging, Next we saw the squadrons come, Leslie's foot and Leven's troopers Marching to the tuck...