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... 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 com- monly called , " Murtagh Na Knuck . " Though the whole soul of Macalbert revolted from ...
... 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 com- monly called , " Murtagh Na Knuck . " Though the whole soul of Macalbert revolted from ...
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... morning being quite contaminated by the accumulation of filth that environed the dwelling with its fœtid odour . A stupid stare was the only answer he received . to his enquiries , if their father were within . He dismounted ; and with ...
... morning being quite contaminated by the accumulation of filth that environed the dwelling with its fœtid odour . A stupid stare was the only answer he received . to his enquiries , if their father were within . He dismounted ; and with ...
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... morning ! why for is it that the crock of praties is not steaming on the hearth ? and the babbies too , running about in this undacent manner and his honor the chief himsel ' come to pay us a visit . " Macalbert briefly informed him of ...
... morning ! why for is it that the crock of praties is not steaming on the hearth ? and the babbies too , running about in this undacent manner and his honor the chief himsel ' come to pay us a visit . " Macalbert briefly informed him of ...
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... morning , diffused a hopefulness and joy , through the heart of Macalbert , that had , for the last few hours , been strangers to it ; so in- timately is our physical and spiritual nature blended . A 40 THE FORD FAMILY .
... morning , diffused a hopefulness and joy , through the heart of Macalbert , that had , for the last few hours , been strangers to it ; so in- timately is our physical and spiritual nature blended . A 40 THE FORD FAMILY .
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timately is our physical and spiritual nature blended . A fine morning seems the season of hope and joy ; and deep must be the sorrow in that bosom , that will not open to its influence . While , on the contrary , the effect of a fine ...
timately is our physical and spiritual nature blended . A fine morning seems the season of hope and joy ; and deep must be the sorrow in that bosom , that will not open to its influence . While , on the contrary , the effect of a fine ...
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Page 49 - A light broke in upon my brain, — It was the carol of a bird ; It ceased, and then it came again, The sweetest song ear ever heard, And mine was thankful till my eyes...
Page 288 - OH! BREATHE NOT HIS NAME OH! breathe not his name, — let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonored 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.
Page 207 - ETERNAL Spirit of the chainless Mind ! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty ! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart — The heart which love of thee alone can bind ; And when thy sons to fetters are consign'd — To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom, Their country conquers with their martyrdom, And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
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.