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... chief , and the compressed lips , and projecting brows , of his dark associate . It was the morning after Macalbert had left the wilds of Erris in the fisherman's boat , and his companion was the man of the mountains ; or , as he was ...
... chief , and the compressed lips , and projecting brows , of his dark associate . It was the morning after Macalbert had left the wilds of Erris in the fisherman's boat , and his companion was the man of the mountains ; or , as he was ...
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... chief impatient to be away on his impor- tant errand . He anxiously listened for the signal , which was to announce the arrival of his horse , when his attention was arrested for a while , by what next fell from the lips of his ...
... chief impatient to be away on his impor- tant errand . He anxiously listened for the signal , which was to announce the arrival of his horse , when his attention was arrested for a while , by what next fell from the lips of his ...
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... chief . 66 ' He , who sat on judgment on him , hated the stranger , because he gave the people a fair price for their corn ; so that they would no longer sell to the man in power , for the pittance to which which he had before bound ...
... chief . 66 ' He , who sat on judgment on him , hated the stranger , because he gave the people a fair price for their corn ; so that they would no longer sell to the man in power , for the pittance to which which he had before bound ...
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... Chief , " said Murtagh , " you are about to assemble men by hundreds ; you place in their hands the deadly musket , and the pike - you com- mand to destroy the red soldier that never did you harm that fights but for duty . You hide your ...
... Chief , " said Murtagh , " you are about to assemble men by hundreds ; you place in their hands the deadly musket , and the pike - you com- mand to destroy the red soldier that never did you harm that fights but for duty . You hide your ...
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... Chief , you know not Murtagh na Knuck if you think he would see another suffer for his own proper deed . While the eye of suspicion is on the stranger , I come and go unnoted . Have we not an armed force ready to re - conquer our rights ...
... Chief , you know not Murtagh na Knuck if you think he would see another suffer for his own proper deed . While the eye of suspicion is on the stranger , I come and go unnoted . Have we not an armed force ready to re - conquer our rights ...
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Page 288 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME. OH I breathe not his name, let it sleep in the shade. Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid : Sad, silent, and dark, be the tears that we shed, As the night-dew that falls on the grass o'er his head. But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.