Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 34
... fire from front , rear , and both flanks at once , should an active enemy be in possession of the two sides at once of the ravine . Nor did he doubt , in the least , that this was the case ; and that out - lying bands of the kernes of ...
... fire from front , rear , and both flanks at once , should an active enemy be in possession of the two sides at once of the ravine . Nor did he doubt , in the least , that this was the case ; and that out - lying bands of the kernes of ...
الصفحة 44
... - like jets of flame , and bright flakes of fire among the volumes of white smoke . Then a broad wake of light furrowed the ripples of the stream to the yery feet of the little party , and the clear glare 44 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
... - like jets of flame , and bright flakes of fire among the volumes of white smoke . Then a broad wake of light furrowed the ripples of the stream to the yery feet of the little party , and the clear glare 44 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
الصفحة 46
... fire . In addition to this , they passed three fortalices , constructed at the re - entering angles of three distinct traverses , whose massive arches of masonry , battlemented and flanked by round towers , each provided with a double ...
... fire . In addition to this , they passed three fortalices , constructed at the re - entering angles of three distinct traverses , whose massive arches of masonry , battlemented and flanked by round towers , each provided with a double ...
الصفحة 53
... fire , from the sword , from the plague , from the halter , and never been much thanked for it . " " You would not have had me turn my back upon him , Florence Desmond . To do so would have been to tell the first of my followers who ...
... fire , from the sword , from the plague , from the halter , and never been much thanked for it . " " You would not have had me turn my back upon him , Florence Desmond . To do so would have been to tell the first of my followers who ...
الصفحة 60
... fire of bog - pine which blazed brilliantly on the hearth - rendered agreeable by the cavern- ous thickness of the castle walls , and its elevated site , sur- rounded by unshorn woods and dashing waters , and by the gleam of two huge ...
... fire of bog - pine which blazed brilliantly on the hearth - rendered agreeable by the cavern- ous thickness of the castle walls , and its elevated site , sur- rounded by unshorn woods and dashing waters , and by the gleam of two huge ...
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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...