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Pagina 16
... honour is assigned , is the simplest of scriptions have now appeared . the three . It contains the fewest and These inscriptions are first given in the least complicated characters . It the arrow - headed characters of the ori- is ...
... honour is assigned , is the simplest of scriptions have now appeared . the three . It contains the fewest and These inscriptions are first given in the least complicated characters . It the arrow - headed characters of the ori- is ...
Pagina 41
... honour , ” and gave tremely satisfactory for them and for him the appellation of “ the true him . friend of the gods . ” Who can tell But Dr. Thomson is not altogether that the object of this enthusiastic be- thrown away on the ...
... honour , ” and gave tremely satisfactory for them and for him the appellation of “ the true him . friend of the gods . ” Who can tell But Dr. Thomson is not altogether that the object of this enthusiastic be- thrown away on the ...
Pagina 46
... honour " Who the devil is he ? " asked the and word , Jos , you do me the greatest colonel . injustice . I assure you upon my life “ Thee wilt excuse me , friend Bar- and veracity , I would shoot a Quaker tram Tresham , ” said the ...
... honour " Who the devil is he ? " asked the and word , Jos , you do me the greatest colonel . injustice . I assure you upon my life “ Thee wilt excuse me , friend Bar- and veracity , I would shoot a Quaker tram Tresham , ” said the ...
Pagina 53
... honour ; the Chevalier de Mongeorge , But he was mistaken if he thought who , quite inconsolable , had wanto move that iron heart . Cold , mo- dered about the park at Versailles tionless , with an unshaken voice , and during the sad ...
... honour ; the Chevalier de Mongeorge , But he was mistaken if he thought who , quite inconsolable , had wanto move that iron heart . Cold , mo- dered about the park at Versailles tionless , with an unshaken voice , and during the sad ...
Pagina 64
... honoured imitated , the illustrious men of Ireland , either of the present or past times , let them in future be less of the fighting or of the talking classes , for we have had enough of them , and they have but rarely deserved such ...
... honoured imitated , the illustrious men of Ireland , either of the present or past times , let them in future be less of the fighting or of the talking classes , for we have had enough of them , and they have but rarely deserved such ...
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Pagina 563 - sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm,
Pagina 363 - dry, bald, and sear. A lily of a day Is fairer, far, in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light! And in short measures life may perfect be.
Pagina 75 - of their sense, or the affinity of their sound. Sometimes it is wrapped in a dress of humorous expression; sometimes it lurketh under an odd similitude; sometimes it is lodged in a sly question, in a smart answer, in a quirkish reason, in a shrewd intimation, in cunningly diverting or cleverly
Pagina 75 - fleeting air. Sometimes it lieth in pat allusion to a known story, or in seasonable application of a trivial saying, or in forging an apposite tale: sometimes it playeth In words and phrases, taking advantage from the am. biguity of their sense, or the affinity of their sound. Sometimes it is wrapped in a dress of humorous
Pagina 312 - There is no nation of people under the sun that doth love equal and indifferent justice better than the Irish, or will rest better satisfied with the execution thereof, although it be against themselves: so as they may have the protection and benefit of the law, when upon just cause they do desire it.
Pagina 97 - not however to delight it by his presence, but dreadful, like the son of Agamemnon, to purify it. The Matter of his works he will take from the present, but their Form he will derive from a nobler time; nay from beyond all time, from the absolute unchanging unity of his own
Pagina 363 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be, Or standing long, an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at
Pagina 417 - Tis only when they spring to heaven, that angels Reveal themselves to you; they sit all day Beside you, and lie down at night by you, Who care not for their presence—muse or sleep¿ And all at once they leave you, and you know them! O'SULLIVAN'S LOVE; A LEGEND
Pagina 93 - our own place in the mighty procession of ages; better Is It in the worst of times to “fall Into the hand of the Lord, for His mercies are great,” than to “fall into the hand of Man;” better to trust to the movements of Providence, than the
Pagina 601 - play. Like a fiend In a cloud With howling woe, After night I do crowd And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have Increased; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.