My life, by the author of 'Stories of Waterloo'. |
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... passed ; autumn was over , and a murky atmosphere with drizzling rain told that it was a London November . I was re- turning from dinner to my lodgings , when , at the corner of a dark mews , I was hustled by several men , who commenced ...
... passed ; autumn was over , and a murky atmosphere with drizzling rain told that it was a London November . I was re- turning from dinner to my lodgings , when , at the corner of a dark mews , I was hustled by several men , who commenced ...
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... passing fair , and rich as an Israelite . After an elaborate account of the dresses and déjeuné , it was further intimated , that the happy pair had returned to town , and were now resident at Ibbotson's . And had the wild - looking ...
... passing fair , and rich as an Israelite . After an elaborate account of the dresses and déjeuné , it was further intimated , that the happy pair had returned to town , and were now resident at Ibbotson's . And had the wild - looking ...
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... especial surveillance , and that to the living cri- minals beneath their charge , they had received the addition of a dead one . Three days passed , and every thing went on as usual . Sambo richer by two pound - notes 14 MY LIFE .
... especial surveillance , and that to the living cri- minals beneath their charge , they had received the addition of a dead one . Three days passed , and every thing went on as usual . Sambo richer by two pound - notes 14 MY LIFE .
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... passed underneath the tree that bore his handy- work , he grinned as he looked up , and remark- ed to the mulatto who operated on the tam- bourine beside him , " Hegh , Bill , him robber well hung ; dam good hemp too , or two strands ...
... passed underneath the tree that bore his handy- work , he grinned as he looked up , and remark- ed to the mulatto who operated on the tam- bourine beside him , " Hegh , Bill , him robber well hung ; dam good hemp too , or two strands ...
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... passed the inn with deafening cheers , just as the old man's successor stepped from a hackney - chaise . Whether it was that no enthusiastic tokens of regret had marked the new commander's parting with the regiment he had quitted , cer ...
... passed the inn with deafening cheers , just as the old man's successor stepped from a hackney - chaise . Whether it was that no enthusiastic tokens of regret had marked the new commander's parting with the regiment he had quitted , cer ...
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alarm Annette appeared Arrah Aylmer beautiful bless Brussels Cæsar Blake Captain Blake carriage Casey Castle Blake Castlebar chamber Clifden coach colonel commander companion cousin crossed curricle cynic Daly daugh daughter dear Dear Phoebe Denis O'Brien Donovan door Dorset Street drove Ellen Emily exclaimed eyes fair fancy father favour fear fellow fortune Foxford French gallant Galway Genappe gentleman girl grandfather hand Harriette Harrison heard heart Heaven honour horse hour hurried Jack the Devil Jack's kinsman lady leave letter light little colonel looked Lord Loughrea madam Manus Blake ment Miss mistress morning mother murder never night O'Moore passed person Phoebe pistol poor regiment replied retired returned royalists ruffians ruin scene scoundrel Sedley servant short smiled soldier soubrette Stainsbury stopped stranger street tell tête-à-tête thought tion to-morrow told took town turned voice wild wretched young Zounds
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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.