Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 pàgines |
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Pàgina 38
... mother's race ; never were such rejoicings raised for one thought dead , and suddenly found living , as shall be raised for thee , my cousin . And lo ! even as I speak , the turrets of my father's house ! May it be an omen ! " " An omen ...
... mother's race ; never were such rejoicings raised for one thought dead , and suddenly found living , as shall be raised for thee , my cousin . And lo ! even as I speak , the turrets of my father's house ! May it be an omen ! " " An omen ...
Pàgina 49
... mother my ed ; and I would fain speak also with Father Daly . Do you mark me , cousins ? " " Had I my will , " answered Ulick , quickly , “ I would have him aside , and that right speedily , into the castle dungeon , there to abide ...
... mother my ed ; and I would fain speak also with Father Daly . Do you mark me , cousins ? " " Had I my will , " answered Ulick , quickly , “ I would have him aside , and that right speedily , into the castle dungeon , there to abide ...
Pàgina 52
... mother , and even with my own sweet Eily 27 " You cannot fear him there , O'Brien , " returned his friend.- " If she were capable of swerving now - nay , of hesitating but one instant - the tenth part of one thinking - time — I should ...
... mother , and even with my own sweet Eily 27 " You cannot fear him there , O'Brien , " returned his friend.- " If she were capable of swerving now - nay , of hesitating but one instant - the tenth part of one thinking - time — I should ...
Pàgina 55
... terror . " Tell me , tell me who is it ? I knew that there was something wrong . " " Go to my mother , Hardress , " said the earl , laying his fore . finger on his lip , with a warning glance at OR THE TAKING OF TREDAGH . 55.
... terror . " Tell me , tell me who is it ? I knew that there was something wrong . " " Go to my mother , Hardress , " said the earl , laying his fore . finger on his lip , with a warning glance at OR THE TAKING OF TREDAGH . 55.
Pàgina 58
... mother of the earl - a stern old stately matron of the olden school , who remembered the civil war of the great Tyrone , and the iron rule of Elizabeth - was wont to sit in cold and solitary state . There she was not , however , as the ...
... mother of the earl - a stern old stately matron of the olden school , who remembered the civil war of the great Tyrone , and the iron rule of Elizabeth - was wont to sit in cold and solitary state . There she was not , however , as the ...
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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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Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 137 - God ! it is a fearful thing To see the human soul take wing In any shape, in any mood...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...