Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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... face — although that was the day of imperials and Vandyke beards , almost as much as it was of silken scarfs , and gilded spurs , and belted swords on the hip of every one claiming to be a gentleman by birth and lineage— except a small ...
... face — although that was the day of imperials and Vandyke beards , almost as much as it was of silken scarfs , and gilded spurs , and belted swords on the hip of every one claiming to be a gentleman by birth and lineage— except a small ...
الصفحة 14
... face , which seemed to portend no good or kindly feeling to the sufferer . Be that , however , as it may , his efforts were ere long suc- cessful , and the cavalier opened his eyes , at first with a vague and bewildered expression ...
... face , which seemed to portend no good or kindly feeling to the sufferer . Be that , however , as it may , his efforts were ere long suc- cessful , and the cavalier opened his eyes , at first with a vague and bewildered expression ...
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... face to ask that I , whose house's honor you have stained by your apostacy — whose faith you have foresworn - whose friends and fellow - soldiers you have consigned to the dungeons or the scaffolds of your Parliament - that I should ...
... face to ask that I , whose house's honor you have stained by your apostacy — whose faith you have foresworn - whose friends and fellow - soldiers you have consigned to the dungeons or the scaffolds of your Parliament - that I should ...
الصفحة 26
... faces and less buoyant hearts than they had ridden forth in the morning . The young Earl of Thomond - for such was the true title of the young gallant chief who was generally known among his coun- trymen as the great O'Brien - rode ...
... faces and less buoyant hearts than they had ridden forth in the morning . The young Earl of Thomond - for such was the true title of the young gallant chief who was generally known among his coun- trymen as the great O'Brien - rode ...
الصفحة 27
... face , neck , and hands , where it had been changed by the weather , was scorched to more than gipsy swarthiness from exposure to hotter suns than light the mist - wreathed shores of the green Island . His brow , however , where the ...
... face , neck , and hands , where it had been changed by the weather , was scorched to more than gipsy swarthiness from exposure to hotter suns than light the mist - wreathed shores of the green Island . His brow , however , where the ...
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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...