Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 9
... answer of his comrades reached his ear , but , seeing the nature of the ground , and its impracticable character for the surest - footed horse , sprang from his saddle in hot haste , flung his bridle - rein over the gnarled bough of an ...
... answer of his comrades reached his ear , but , seeing the nature of the ground , and its impracticable character for the surest - footed horse , sprang from his saddle in hot haste , flung his bridle - rein over the gnarled bough of an ...
الصفحة 14
... day , the Lord be thanked , I have this good deed to boast , that I have saved the great O'Brien ! " " Ha ! " answered the other , as he staggered feebly to his feet , and gazed about him uncertainly , as if 14 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
... day , the Lord be thanked , I have this good deed to boast , that I have saved the great O'Brien ! " " Ha ! " answered the other , as he staggered feebly to his feet , and gazed about him uncertainly , as if 14 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
الصفحة 16
... answer , it would seem , to this mute appeal , or is the life of the O'Brien so small a matter in the eyes of his ... answered the young man , his countenance lighting up with a quick , eager lustre ; " if any price or gift can wipe ...
... answer , it would seem , to this mute appeal , or is the life of the O'Brien so small a matter in the eyes of his ... answered the young man , his countenance lighting up with a quick , eager lustre ; " if any price or gift can wipe ...
الصفحة 17
... answered O'Brien , with a flashing glance of fiery scorn illuminating his dark features , " I have heard that he went and hanged himself , ' as I dare say thou wilt ,、 when thy time of repentance cometh . But never did I hear or read ...
... answered O'Brien , with a flashing glance of fiery scorn illuminating his dark features , " I have heard that he went and hanged himself , ' as I dare say thou wilt ,、 when thy time of repentance cometh . But never did I hear or read ...
الصفحة 20
... answered the youthful earl ; " yet little do I give heed to thy warning . But be brief , Hugh O'Neil ; for it is no slight loathing which I conquer , in holding any parley with one like thee ! " " I will be brief , O'Brien . Only hear ...
... answered the youthful earl ; " yet little do I give heed to thy warning . But be brief , Hugh O'Neil ; for it is no slight loathing which I conquer , in holding any parley with one like thee ! " " I will be brief , O'Brien . Only hear ...
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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...