Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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... half - discordant music . Still , however , it came nigher and more nigh , pealing up to the ear , had there been any human ear to listen it , until the shrill , sharp , savage trebles , and the deeper ringing bass - notes of a full ...
... half - discordant music . Still , however , it came nigher and more nigh , pealing up to the ear , had there been any human ear to listen it , until the shrill , sharp , savage trebles , and the deeper ringing bass - notes of a full ...
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... half - military coat of bullet - proof buff leather , lined and slashed with tawney silk , and adorned with silver loops and fringes . His falling collar was of fine cam- bric , profusely frilled with the richest Flanders lace , as were ...
... half - military coat of bullet - proof buff leather , lined and slashed with tawney silk , and adorned with silver loops and fringes . His falling collar was of fine cam- bric , profusely frilled with the richest Flanders lace , as were ...
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... half bray , half bellow , reared himself erect on his hind legs , rampant in glorious triumph , and tossed " his horned frontlet to the skies , " preparatory , as he deemed , doubtless , to swift and sure escape . No escape was there ...
... half bray , half bellow , reared himself erect on his hind legs , rampant in glorious triumph , and tossed " his horned frontlet to the skies , " preparatory , as he deemed , doubtless , to swift and sure escape . No escape was there ...
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... half - drówned cavalier . The stranger rested not content with the good or evil which he had done already ; but plunged into the water , and dragged out the young gentleman in less time than it has taken to de- scribe , and while the ...
... half - drówned cavalier . The stranger rested not content with the good or evil which he had done already ; but plunged into the water , and dragged out the young gentleman in less time than it has taken to de- scribe , and while the ...
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... half my earldom . For the rest , no enemy of the king is a friend to O'Brien ! —no apostate from his God is Dermot's kinsman ! Name thy reward , and take it , I say , Hugh O'Neil ! And then , if thou be wise , as men say thou art , thou ...
... half my earldom . For the rest , no enemy of the king is a friend to O'Brien ! —no apostate from his God is Dermot's kinsman ! Name thy reward , and take it , I say , Hugh O'Neil ! And then , if thou be wise , as men say thou art , thou ...
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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...