The American Library of Art, Literature and Song, Τόμος 2Carson Stewart & Company, 1886 |
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... Neal Malone ( From " Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry " ) New Age , The . Nobody's Child No Jewelled Beauty is my Love Northern Lights , The . Novels ( From Trollope's Autobiography ) Now and Afterward O'Connor's Child ; or ...
... Neal Malone ( From " Traits and Stories of the Irish Peasantry " ) New Age , The . Nobody's Child No Jewelled Beauty is my Love Northern Lights , The . Novels ( From Trollope's Autobiography ) Now and Afterward O'Connor's Child ; or ...
Σελίδα 448
... NEAL MALONE . FROM TRAITS AND STORIES OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY . T HERE HERE never was a greater - souled or doughtier tailor than little Neal Ma- lone . Though but four feet four in height , he paced the earth with the courage and con ...
... NEAL MALONE . FROM TRAITS AND STORIES OF THE IRISH PEASANTRY . T HERE HERE never was a greater - souled or doughtier tailor than little Neal Ma- lone . Though but four feet four in height , he paced the earth with the courage and con ...
Σελίδα 450
... Neal would strip them of their laurels . Neal saw all this with a lofty indignation ; he deplored the degeneracy of the times , and thought it hard that the de- scendant of such a fighting family should be doomed to pass through life ...
... Neal would strip them of their laurels . Neal saw all this with a lofty indignation ; he deplored the degeneracy of the times , and thought it hard that the de- scendant of such a fighting family should be doomed to pass through life ...
Σελίδα 452
... Neal declined it he would lose no blood for any man until he could not help it ; which was giving the character of a hero at a single touch . His blood was not to be thrown away in this manner ; the only lancet ever applied to his ...
... Neal declined it he would lose no blood for any man until he could not help it ; which was giving the character of a hero at a single touch . His blood was not to be thrown away in this manner ; the only lancet ever applied to his ...
Σελίδα 457
... Neal ? " said Mr. O'Connor . most eloquent nod , however ably translated . " Neal , " said he , " could you , by stretching your imagination , contrive to rest contented with nursing your passion in solitude and love the sex at a ...
... Neal ? " said Mr. O'Connor . most eloquent nod , however ably translated . " Neal , " said he , " could you , by stretching your imagination , contrive to rest contented with nursing your passion in solitude and love the sex at a ...
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Σελίδα 100 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Σελίδα 100 - Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre.
Σελίδα 102 - The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one, as before, will chase His favorite phantom ; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Σελίδα 379 - What conscience dictates to be done, Or warns me not to do, This teach me more than hell to shun, That, more than heav'n pursue.
Σελίδα 22 - Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote ; Who, too deep for his hearers, still went on refining, And thought of convincing, while they thought of dining; Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and...
Σελίδα 88 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Σελίδα 498 - HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. " Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns," he said: Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred.
Σελίδα 294 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha for Scotland's King and law Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Freeman stand, or freeman fa'?
Σελίδα 379 - Let not this weak, unknowing hand Presume thy bolts to throw, And deal damnation round the land On each I judge thy foe. If I am right, thy grace impart, Still in the right to stay ; If I am wrong, O teach my heart To find that better way.
Σελίδα 198 - WITH deep affection And recollection I often think of Those Shandon bells, Whose sounds so wild would, In the days of childhood, Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee, — With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.