Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 42
... Torlogh , " said he , addressing the first comer , a wild , shock- headed varlet , having his hair hanging in glibbes or knotted elf - locks over his shoulders — and wearing the old national cos- tume of the shirt of saffron - dyed ...
... Torlogh , " said he , addressing the first comer , a wild , shock- headed varlet , having his hair hanging in glibbes or knotted elf - locks over his shoulders — and wearing the old national cos- tume of the shirt of saffron - dyed ...
الصفحة 43
... Torlogh ! You were insane to try it and I scarce less so to permit the trial . Come back , I say ! I will not have head - and you my fos- ter brother ! ” blood on my your But the other man , who had accompanied Torlogh to the brink ...
... Torlogh ! You were insane to try it and I scarce less so to permit the trial . Come back , I say ! I will not have head - and you my fos- ter brother ! ” blood on my your But the other man , who had accompanied Torlogh to the brink ...
الصفحة 44
... Torlogh's paternal uncle . " He will soon build a pile of bog pine , that will make the pass as light as noonday ; and the stream is lowering too , for a certainty . It has shrunk half a foot since I stood here . Look you , my lord ...
... Torlogh's paternal uncle . " He will soon build a pile of bog pine , that will make the pass as light as noonday ; and the stream is lowering too , for a certainty . It has shrunk half a foot since I stood here . Look you , my lord ...
الصفحة 45
... Torlogh ! Bravely done in faith ! " cried the " Now we may , indeed , cross over safely ; and by my faith , the torrent has shrunk in its bed a foot since we reached it . A little higher up , O'Neil ! —a little higher up , I say ! " he ...
... Torlogh ! Bravely done in faith ! " cried the " Now we may , indeed , cross over safely ; and by my faith , the torrent has shrunk in its bed a foot since we reached it . A little higher up , O'Neil ! —a little higher up , I say ! " he ...
الصفحة 46
... Torlogh's brands , on which a reinforcement had been heaped before starting , they climbed onward up a long scarped pass , traverse above tra- verse , like those on the other side , toward the castle of the great earl - the lights of ...
... Torlogh's brands , on which a reinforcement had been heaped before starting , they climbed onward up a long scarped pass , traverse above tra- verse , like those on the other side , toward the castle of the great earl - the lights of ...
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ALEXANDRE DUMAS arms believe blazing blood brow Carnew Carysfort castle cavalier clang Colonel Desmond countess courser cousin crags cried Cromwell dark deep Dermot O'Brien door Dublin Earl of Thomond Eily enemy exclaimed eyes face Father Daly fear feet fell flashed Florence Desmond foot force gate-house gates girl glance grave hand Hardress head heard heart Henry Cromwell hill honor horse hounds Hugh O'Neil instant Irish iron Killahurler king kinsman lady less light lips looked lord malvoisie Murtough never night noble once Ormond passed pause priest Puritans rapparee ravine renegado replied ride rode Roundheads rushed scarce seemed seneschal Shamus shout side Slievh-Buy smile spoke spur stirrup stood strange stream sure sword tarry tell thee thou tidings Toledo blade Torlogh traitor Tredagh truth turned Ulick voice walls weapons wild words young earl
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الصفحة 94 - Then bugle's note and cannon's roar the death-like silence broke, And with one start, and with one cry, the royal city woke.
الصفحة 95 - Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-sized monster of ingratitudes: Those scraps are good deeds past; which are devour'd As fast as they are made, forgot as soon As done...
الصفحة 41 - A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light. XV.— I WANDERED LONELY. 1804. I WANDERED lonely as a cloud...
الصفحة 137 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
الصفحة 137 - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb...
الصفحة 26 - DAY set on Norham's castled steep,* And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone : The battled towers, the donjon keep,* The loophole grates, where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.
الصفحة 137 - I've seen the sick and ghastly bed Of Sin delirious with its dread: But these were horrors — this was woe Unmix'd with such — but sure and slow. He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind...