Sketches of History, Politics, and Manners, in Dublin, and the North of Ireland, in 1810Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1826 - 355 من الصفحات |
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... never have had since . But be its faults what they may - and , like every human production , it doubtless has many -it is , I flatter myself , in connexion with its Continuation in 1812 , the most faithful repre- sentation that has ever ...
... never have had since . But be its faults what they may - and , like every human production , it doubtless has many -it is , I flatter myself , in connexion with its Continuation in 1812 , the most faithful repre- sentation that has ever ...
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... never , I trust , be in the power of man to cut asunder . I left London at six o'clock on Monday evening , the 29th of July , in the heavy coach , for Liverpool , from which place I knew I could have a speedy con- veyance to Dublin ...
... never , I trust , be in the power of man to cut asunder . I left London at six o'clock on Monday evening , the 29th of July , in the heavy coach , for Liverpool , from which place I knew I could have a speedy con- veyance to Dublin ...
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... never went to sea , no matter at what season , or however fine the weather was before , that a storm did not rise imme- diately afterwards . I hardly ever got on horseback that I did not run the risk of having my neck broken , nor did I ...
... never went to sea , no matter at what season , or however fine the weather was before , that a storm did not rise imme- diately afterwards . I hardly ever got on horseback that I did not run the risk of having my neck broken , nor did I ...
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... never witnessed in the barn of a country town - having " neither the accent of christians , nor the gait of christian , pagan , nor man , they so strutted and bellowed , that they looked as if Bonaparte , or some of his journeymen , had ...
... never witnessed in the barn of a country town - having " neither the accent of christians , nor the gait of christian , pagan , nor man , they so strutted and bellowed , that they looked as if Bonaparte , or some of his journeymen , had ...
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... never a jot the less lovely , or the less attractive - she is still an overflowing fountain of sweets , a hill of perpetual love ; her food is am- brosia , and she transudes frankincense ! Would ( I cannot forbear saying ) some such had ...
... never a jot the less lovely , or the less attractive - she is still an overflowing fountain of sweets , a hill of perpetual love ; her food is am- brosia , and she transudes frankincense ! Would ( I cannot forbear saying ) some such had ...
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الصفحة 280 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
الصفحة 308 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
الصفحة 279 - Thus every good his native wilds impart, Imprints the patriot passion on his heart; And e'en those ills, that round his mansion rise, Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies. Dear is that shed to which his soul conforms, And dear that hill which lifts him to the storms; And as a child, when scaring sounds molest, Clings close and closer to the mother's breast, So the loud torrent, and the whirlwind's roar, But bind him to his native mountains more.
الصفحة 276 - Intreat me not to leave thee, Or to return from following after thee : For whither thou goest, I will go ; And where thou lodgest, I will lodge : Thy people shall be my people, And thy God my God : Where thou diest, will I die, And there will I be buried : The LORD do so to me, and more also, If ought but death part thee and me.
الصفحة 276 - Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from «• following after thee, for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge. Thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried. The Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
الصفحة 198 - Knowest thou not this of old, since man was placed upon earth, That the triumphing of the wicked is short, and the joy of the hypocrite but for a moment?
الصفحة 340 - It is better to go to the house of mourning, than to go to the house of feasting: for that is the end of all men ; and the living will lay it to his heart. Sorrow is better than laughter: for by the sadness of the countenance the heart is made better.
الصفحة 53 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
الصفحة 72 - This was the noblest Roman of them all; All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
الصفحة 197 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.