My life, by the author of 'Stories of Waterloo'. |
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... light twinkled in the chamber - window where my mother slept . All was quiet as a regular sou - wester would per- mit . Doors creacked , windows rattled , while the wind , eddying in hollow gusts through nar- VOL . I. B row lanes and ...
... light twinkled in the chamber - window where my mother slept . All was quiet as a regular sou - wester would per- mit . Doors creacked , windows rattled , while the wind , eddying in hollow gusts through nar- VOL . I. B row lanes and ...
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... , careered over the house , and tilted against each other in the lobbies . The men An Irish imprecation . cursed , and the women crossed themselves ; lights flared B 2 MY LIFE . 3 he gathered himself up, in tones which told how ...
... , careered over the house , and tilted against each other in the lobbies . The men An Irish imprecation . cursed , and the women crossed themselves ; lights flared B 2 MY LIFE . 3 he gathered himself up, in tones which told how ...
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... light upon you and yours , Denis Browne ! " he ejaculated ; then clinching his teeth together , without murmuring another word , he doggedly accompanied his escort . The look and imprecation were not lost on the person MY LIFE . 13.
... light upon you and yours , Denis Browne ! " he ejaculated ; then clinching his teeth together , without murmuring another word , he doggedly accompanied his escort . The look and imprecation were not lost on the person MY LIFE . 13.
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... light . Holy Virgin ! can this be possible ? " he exclaimed , rubbing his eyes anew ; but the branch that " bore the weight of Antony " was bare and unadorned as any of its kindred boughs . Pat Rafferty , albeit as stout a sentinel " as ...
... light . Holy Virgin ! can this be possible ? " he exclaimed , rubbing his eyes anew ; but the branch that " bore the weight of Antony " was bare and unadorned as any of its kindred boughs . Pat Rafferty , albeit as stout a sentinel " as ...
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... light down . Why , this one's alive ! who the divil are ye ? Hallo ! dacent man , Lord , how wild he looks ! Phew ! I comprehind it ; he was stalin the corpse . Arrah , bad manners to ye― I've done worse before now than put the bay- nit ...
... light down . Why , this one's alive ! who the divil are ye ? Hallo ! dacent man , Lord , how wild he looks ! Phew ! I comprehind it ; he was stalin the corpse . Arrah , bad manners to ye― I've done worse before now than put the bay- nit ...
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154 ページ - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
70 ページ - Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
117 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
240 ページ - Oh! too convincing — dangerously dear — In woman's eye the unanswerable tear ! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue — at once her spear and shield: Avoid it — Virtue ebbs and Wisdom errs, Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers ! What lost a world, and hade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
192 ページ - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine ! A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind...
104 ページ - Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
51 ページ - And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
197 ページ - Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, Nor written thus in vain — Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain : If thou hadst died as honour dies, Some new Napoleon might arise, To shame the world again — But who would soar the solar height, To set in such a starless night ? Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust Is vile as vulgar clay; Thy scales, Mortality!
81 ページ - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
55 ページ - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.