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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... took away half the pain , " Philip , I am engaged to Lord Evelyn . Shall we go back for coffee ? " I seconded the motion , but oh , what an amazing period of time we seemed to occupy in carrying our proposition out ! The first idea ...
... took away half the pain , " Philip , I am engaged to Lord Evelyn . Shall we go back for coffee ? " I seconded the motion , but oh , what an amazing period of time we seemed to occupy in carrying our proposition out ! The first idea ...
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... took a less truculent view of the case , and suggested brandy and water . From this source , and " from the cool cisterns of the midnight air , " for we were smoking our cigars out of doors , " our spirits drank repose , " and we ...
... took a less truculent view of the case , and suggested brandy and water . From this source , and " from the cool cisterns of the midnight air , " for we were smoking our cigars out of doors , " our spirits drank repose , " and we ...
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... took the box on his ear so much to his heart , that he packed up his all , pawned his books and little property , and disappeared from college . " * Horace Walpole speaks of him as " an inspired idiot , " and Garrick describes him as ...
... took the box on his ear so much to his heart , that he packed up his all , pawned his books and little property , and disappeared from college . " * Horace Walpole speaks of him as " an inspired idiot , " and Garrick describes him as ...
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... took her Papa's arm ( Oh , that her beloved Governor were mine also ! ) , and was gone from our gaze , like a beautiful star . The view from the hill of Killiney is one of the loveliest in this land of loveliness . Seated among the ...
... took her Papa's arm ( Oh , that her beloved Governor were mine also ! ) , and was gone from our gaze , like a beautiful star . The view from the hill of Killiney is one of the loveliest in this land of loveliness . Seated among the ...
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... took no note of time , until the train by which we had proposed to return , awoke us from our dreamy bliss , shrieking at us in derision from below , and steaming off to Dublin . So that , some two hours later , we found our dinners and ...
... took no note of time , until the train by which we had proposed to return , awoke us from our dreamy bliss , shrieking at us in derision from below , and steaming off to Dublin . So that , some two hours later , we found our dinners and ...
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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.