A Little Tour in Ireland: Being a Visit to Dublin, Galway, Connamara, Athlone, Limerick, Killarney, Glengarriff, Cork, Etc. Etc. EtcBradbury & Evans, 1859 - Всего страниц: 220 |
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... means of a terrific apoggiatura , to substitute the word stephanotis , of which I had that morning given her a bouquet . But " brevis esse laboro ; " we were alone , and I resolved to propose . I seized her elbow with both hands , a ...
... means of a terrific apoggiatura , to substitute the word stephanotis , of which I had that morning given her a bouquet . But " brevis esse laboro ; " we were alone , and I resolved to propose . I seized her elbow with both hands , a ...
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... means so handsome or commodious . The University of Dublin , to us who study among the chapels and the cloisters of medieval Oxford , does not resemble an university at all , but is more like a series DUBLIN . 15 DUBLIN.
... means so handsome or commodious . The University of Dublin , to us who study among the chapels and the cloisters of medieval Oxford , does not resemble an university at all , but is more like a series DUBLIN . 15 DUBLIN.
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... means of that emerald hue which we had expected to find . With the exceptions of peasants , cutting and stacking peat for their winter fuel , children at the doors of cottages , the railway passengers and officials , there seemed to us ...
... means of that emerald hue which we had expected to find . With the exceptions of peasants , cutting and stacking peat for their winter fuel , children at the doors of cottages , the railway passengers and officials , there seemed to us ...
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... means of modern origin . Opviloμavia , a passionate love of rare birds , was known among the ladies of Athens . + We read in Lanzi's History of Painting , that as Giotto was walking with his friends , one Sunday , in the Via del ...
... means of modern origin . Opviloμavia , a passionate love of rare birds , was known among the ladies of Athens . + We read in Lanzi's History of Painting , that as Giotto was walking with his friends , one Sunday , in the Via del ...
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... means of getting information from the police , and used them with his exhaustive energy , could not hear that there had ever been an illegitimate child born in the Claddagh . They never intermarry with strangers , and " their marriages ...
... means of getting information from the police , and used them with his exhaustive energy , could not hear that there had ever been an illegitimate child born in the Claddagh . They never intermarry with strangers , and " their marriages ...
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Стр. 134 - Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying: Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 206 - There is a stone there, that whoever kisses, Oh! he never misses to grow eloquent. 'Tis he may clamber to a lady's chamber, Or become a member of parliament: A clever spouter he'll sure turn out, or An out-and-outer, "to be let alone," Don't hope to hinder him, or to bewilder him; Sure he's a pilgrim from the Blarney stone!
Стр. 112 - Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep; So runs the world away.
Стр. 134 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 19 - In allusion to this, Mr. Horace Walpole, who admired his writings, said he was "an inspired idiot; " and Garrick described him as one " for shortness call'd Noll, Who wrote like an angel, and talk'd like poor Poll...
Стр. 20 - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fallen upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honour and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult.
Стр. 58 - Twas at thy door, O friend! and not at mine, The angel with the amaranthine wreath, Pausing, descended, and with voice divine, Whispered a word that had a sound like Death. Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, A shadow on those features fair and thin ; And softly, from that hushed and darkened room, Two angels issued, where but one went in.
Стр. 159 - And eyne of lovely blue. O lady, he is dead and gone! Lady, he's dead and gone! And at his head a green grass turfe, And at his heels a stone.
Стр. 4 - TWAS in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool. Away they sped with gamesome minds, And souls untouched by sin; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over...
Стр. 111 - THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well; That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. Tears ! — what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot, The mother singing; at her marriagebell The bride weeps ; and before the oracle Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot Such moisture on his cheeks.