Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 من الصفحات |
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... iron tongue of man's machinery ; where not a sound had been heard since the peep of dawn , ex- cept the rippling music of the stream , the low sigh of the soft west wind among the aspen leaves , the busy hum of the bees from the heather ...
... iron tongue of man's machinery ; where not a sound had been heard since the peep of dawn , ex- cept the rippling music of the stream , the low sigh of the soft west wind among the aspen leaves , the busy hum of the bees from the heather ...
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A Tale of 1649 Henry William Herbert. iron jaws ; and , at length , while the hoarse summons of the heath - cock sank into silence , and the ousel and the kingfisher cowered beneath the shelter of the caverned bank , a magnificent grey ...
A Tale of 1649 Henry William Herbert. iron jaws ; and , at length , while the hoarse summons of the heath - cock sank into silence , and the ousel and the kingfisher cowered beneath the shelter of the caverned bank , a magnificent grey ...
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... iron- grey eyebrows , which overhung like pent - houses the deep cav- ernous hollows from the depths of which twinkled with a quick , malignant light a pair of small , dark , snake - like eyes , of which the sharp intelligence was the ...
... iron- grey eyebrows , which overhung like pent - houses the deep cav- ernous hollows from the depths of which twinkled with a quick , malignant light a pair of small , dark , snake - like eyes , of which the sharp intelligence was the ...
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... iron army were about to be turned against my native land , I and a few bold spirits resisted — mutinied , they call it ! But his iron will and indomitable energy was too much for us . He crushed us at a blow ; the others were all slain ...
... iron army were about to be turned against my native land , I and a few bold spirits resisted — mutinied , they call it ! But his iron will and indomitable energy was too much for us . He crushed us at a blow ; the others were all slain ...
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... iron - studded portals standing unbarred and wide open . There were no signs of decay , however , or ne- glect ; on the contrary , the masonry was all sharp and clean , and seemed to have been pointed recently ; the iron - work was free ...
... iron - studded portals standing unbarred and wide open . There were no signs of decay , however , or ne- glect ; on the contrary , the masonry was all sharp and clean , and seemed to have been pointed recently ; the iron - work was free ...
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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...