The cabinet of Irish literature, with biogr. sketches and literary notices by C.A. Read (T.P. O'Connor).Charles Anderton Read 1880 |
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... carried back hither ! I only remember that Bob , as I caught him , With cruel facetiousness said , " Curse the Kiddy ! A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him , But now I find out he's a counter one , Biddy ! " Only think , my ...
... carried back hither ! I only remember that Bob , as I caught him , With cruel facetiousness said , " Curse the Kiddy ! A staunch Revolutionist always I've thought him , But now I find out he's a counter one , Biddy ! " Only think , my ...
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... carried on within the walls of the castle which would disgrace the annals of the worst period of the history of ... carrying this measure by such means as this , but that I see the necessary defeat of it in the honest and universal indig ...
... carried on within the walls of the castle which would disgrace the annals of the worst period of the history of ... carrying this measure by such means as this , but that I see the necessary defeat of it in the honest and universal indig ...
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... carrying on in many parts of the kingdom - whilst the people are taught to think that they have no right to meet or to deliberate , and whilst the great body of them are so palsied by their fears , CATHOLIC CLAIMS.1 actual situation of ...
... carrying on in many parts of the kingdom - whilst the people are taught to think that they have no right to meet or to deliberate , and whilst the great body of them are so palsied by their fears , CATHOLIC CLAIMS.1 actual situation of ...
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... carried on his researches with deep anxiety -- he had en- deavoured hard to find out where that prin- ciple could be discovered , and he solemnly de- clared that he could not discover it . Referring to the distinction which had been ...
... carried on his researches with deep anxiety -- he had en- deavoured hard to find out where that prin- ciple could be discovered , and he solemnly de- clared that he could not discover it . Referring to the distinction which had been ...
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... carried on a secret correspondence with the late emperor ; which is another term for the higher walks of espionnage . I ven- tured one day to talk to her on the subject ; and she entered on it with great promptitude and frankness ...
... carried on a secret correspondence with the late emperor ; which is another term for the higher walks of espionnage . I ven- tured one day to talk to her on the subject ; and she entered on it with great promptitude and frankness ...
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Page 161 - THE HISTORY OF OUR LORD, as exemplified in Works of Art, with that of His Types, St. John the Baptist, and other persons of the Old and New Testament.
Page 12 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Page 14 - Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone ; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone ; No flower of her kindred, No rose-bud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, Or give sigh for sigh. I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Page 47 - I arrived at Oxford with a stock of erudition that might have puzzled a doctor, and a degree of ignorance of which a schoolboy would have been ashamed.
Page 62 - And babes, sweet-smiling babes, our bed. How should I love the pretty creatures, While round my knees they fondly clung! To see them look their mother's features, To hear them lisp their mother's tongue! And when with envy time transported Shall think to rob us of our joys, You'll in your girls again be courted, And I'll go wooing in my boys.
Page 14 - She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains, Every note which he loved awaking — Ah! little they think, who delight in her strains, How the heart of the minstrel is breaking!
Page 13 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Page 73 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly, for your weal : Your holy delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me my flower of flowers. My dark Rosaleen...
Page 11 - There's a bower of roses by BENDEMEER'S ' stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER...
Page 43 - I am one of those who have probably passed a longer period of my life engaged in war than most men, and principally, I may say, in civil war ; and I must say this — that if I could avoid, by any sacrifice whatever, even one month of civil war in the country to which I am attached, I would sacrifice my life in order to do it [cheers].