The Cabinet of Irish Literature: Selections from the Works of the Chief Poets, Orators, and Prose Writers of Ireland ; with Biographical Sketches and Literary Notices, Том 4Blackie, 1880 |
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... light and shade , of virtues and and Charles James , who first saw the light foibles . His generosity often degenerated into ten years later , namely , on August 31 , 1806 . recklessness and display ; he did an immense Charles went to ...
... light and shade , of virtues and and Charles James , who first saw the light foibles . His generosity often degenerated into ten years later , namely , on August 31 , 1806 . recklessness and display ; he did an immense Charles went to ...
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... light . " Why , what the devil is all this ? you have made him ' drop down dead after dinner of a lingering illness brought on by the debate of yesterday . " " " Oh , impossible ! " " Well , read it yourself ; there it is ; and , as if ...
... light . " Why , what the devil is all this ? you have made him ' drop down dead after dinner of a lingering illness brought on by the debate of yesterday . " " " Oh , impossible ! " " Well , read it yourself ; there it is ; and , as if ...
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... light should fall upon his face . " It's blowing fresh , Moriarty , " said he , with an affected ease of manner , as the old man entered and stood nigh to the door . " More than fresh , your honour . It's blowin ' hard . " " You say ...
... light should fall upon his face . " It's blowing fresh , Moriarty , " said he , with an affected ease of manner , as the old man entered and stood nigh to the door . " More than fresh , your honour . It's blowin ' hard . " " You say ...
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... light , but could descry nothing like a sail seaward . He mounted the stairs of the tower , and station- ing himself at the loopholed window , gazed long and earnestly at the sea . Nothing but waves a wild , disordered stretch of ...
... light , but could descry nothing like a sail seaward . He mounted the stairs of the tower , and station- ing himself at the loopholed window , gazed long and earnestly at the sea . Nothing but waves a wild , disordered stretch of ...
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... light speaking eye , He frowns at his rival , he ogles his wench , He springs in his saddle and chasses the French- With his jingling spur and his bright sabretasche . His spirits are high , and he little knows care , Whether sipping ...
... light speaking eye , He frowns at his rival , he ogles his wench , He springs in his saddle and chasses the French- With his jingling spur and his bright sabretasche . His spirits are high , and he little knows care , Whether sipping ...
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Стр. 266 - There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
Стр. 301 - (she said), ' whose colours clear Richly paint the vernal year : Thine, too, these golden keys, immortal boy ! This can unlock the gates of joy; Of horror that, and thrilling fears, Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.
Стр. 173 - That ever breathed a word ; And never earth's philosopher Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men. And had he not high honor, — The...
Стр. 266 - It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent on each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us.
Стр. 172 - By Nebo's lonely mountain, On this side Jordan's wave, In a vale in the land of Moab There lies a lonely grave. And no man dug that sepulchre, And no man saw it e'er ; For the angels of God upturned the sod, And laid the dead man there.
Стр. 208 - And it came to pass, as Peter passed throughout all quarters, he came down also to the saints which dwelt at Lydda.
Стр. 173 - That was the grandest funeral That ever passed on earth; But no man heard the trampling, Or saw the train go forth — Noiselessly as the daylight Comes back when night is done, And the crimson streak on ocean's cheek Grows into the great sun. Noiselessly as the springtime Her crown of verdure weaves, And all the trees on all the hills Open their thousand leaves...
Стр. 59 - The high sun sees not, on the earth, such fiery fearful show ; The roof-ribs swarth, the candent hearth, the ruddy lurid row Of smiths, that stand, an ardent band, like men before the foe; As, quivering through his fleece of flame, the sailing monster, slow Sinks on the anvil — all about the faces fiery grow — "Hurrah!" they shout, "leap out— leap out;" bang, bang, the sledges go ; Hurrah'!
Стр. 129 - ... the passage from the current to the needle, if not demonstrable, is thinkable, and that we entertain no doubt as to the final mechanical solution of the problem ; but the passage from the physics of the brain to the corresponding facts of consciousness is unthinkable. Granted that a definite thought and a definite molecular action in the brain occur simultaneously, we do not possess the intellectual organ, nor, apparently, any rudiment of the organ, which would enable us to pass by a process...
Стр. 77 - But the Sensitive Plant which could give small fruit Of the love which it felt from the leaf to the root, Received more than all, it loved more than ever, Where none wanted but it, could belong to the giver...