Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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... instant on the brink , plunged into the shallow river , dashing the spray high into the air , and , bounding with a sure foot over the slip- pery and treacherous pebbles , rushed up the channel , until , as the headmost hounds appeared ...
... instant on the brink , plunged into the shallow river , dashing the spray high into the air , and , bounding with a sure foot over the slip- pery and treacherous pebbles , rushed up the channel , until , as the headmost hounds appeared ...
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... instant transfixed and unseamed from the brisket to the shoulder- blade , by the brow antlers of the infuriate stag . At the instant when the young man leaped from the last step of the limestone ledges into the clear cold water , which ...
... instant transfixed and unseamed from the brisket to the shoulder- blade , by the brow antlers of the infuriate stag . At the instant when the young man leaped from the last step of the limestone ledges into the clear cold water , which ...
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... instant death . eye , He had not seen or heard , as I have stated , the approach of the stranger ; and had he seen him , it is little likely he would have deigned to honor him with more than a moment's notice- for he was not only ...
... instant death . eye , He had not seen or heard , as I have stated , the approach of the stranger ; and had he seen him , it is little likely he would have deigned to honor him with more than a moment's notice- for he was not only ...
الصفحة 14
... instant , as they fell upon those hard , repulsive features , into a glance of mingled enmity and horror . He started half up , and strove to regain his feet , while his right hand was moved with an instinctive impulse to the place ...
... instant , as they fell upon those hard , repulsive features , into a glance of mingled enmity and horror . He started half up , and strove to regain his feet , while his right hand was moved with an instinctive impulse to the place ...
الصفحة 15
... instant's time , five or six brandished blades were glitter- ing above the stranger's head , and as many pistols were cocked and levelled within a hand's - breadth of his resolute , unaltered features . But with a strange , wan , bitter ...
... instant's time , five or six brandished blades were glitter- ing above the stranger's head , and as many pistols were cocked and levelled within a hand's - breadth of his resolute , unaltered features . But with a strange , wan , bitter ...
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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...