The Falcon Family; Or, Young Ireland: In One Volume..Chapman and Hall, 1845 - 348 pages |
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... Verdaunt , the Brehon , and Amyrald O'Harper , the Bard . Both were orators , statesmen , tribunes , patriots , and a gene- rous ambition of the honours and emoluments of mar- tyrdom actuated both . Virus was the fiercer of the two ...
... Verdaunt , the Brehon , and Amyrald O'Harper , the Bard . Both were orators , statesmen , tribunes , patriots , and a gene- rous ambition of the honours and emoluments of mar- tyrdom actuated both . Virus was the fiercer of the two ...
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... Verdaunt and O'Harper met by agreement in College Green , under the shadow of that stately building which was once the Senate - House and is now the Bank of Ireland . " We are now joint - leaders , Amyrald , " said the Brehon ...
... Verdaunt and O'Harper met by agreement in College Green , under the shadow of that stately building which was once the Senate - House and is now the Bank of Ireland . " We are now joint - leaders , Amyrald , " said the Brehon ...
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... morrow ! " They separated ; but in a moment Verdaunt returned on his steps , and called after his young comrade . " Amyrald , although I do not attach the same con- sequence that you do to the absence of Tierna Mac 212 THE FALCON FAMILY ;
... morrow ! " They separated ; but in a moment Verdaunt returned on his steps , and called after his young comrade . " Amyrald , although I do not attach the same con- sequence that you do to the absence of Tierna Mac 212 THE FALCON FAMILY ;
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... Verdaunt . " No ! " cried Amyrald , with rapture , " it was no echo ; it was the voice of the Spirit of the Cause ; I am familiar with it , it often talks with me ! " " Think of what I have said . " 66 Revenge ! " was the only answer ...
... Verdaunt . " No ! " cried Amyrald , with rapture , " it was no echo ; it was the voice of the Spirit of the Cause ; I am familiar with it , it often talks with me ! " " Think of what I have said . " 66 Revenge ! " was the only answer ...
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... Verdaunt . Caravat Shanavest , like Sancho Panza , did a great deal of hard work for the wages of hope , paid in the coin of fairyland . 66 Light ! " cried the poet , now in his eyrie , and not content with the few lunar rays which ...
... Verdaunt . Caravat Shanavest , like Sancho Panza , did a great deal of hard work for the wages of hope , paid in the coin of fairyland . 66 Light ! " cried the poet , now in his eyrie , and not content with the few lunar rays which ...
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acquaintance amongst Amyrald asked bards beauty Bompas Brehon Brehon law called Caravat Celt Celtic CHAPTER charming Chatworth colour Connaught Connemara cried Crispin daugh daughter dear dine dinner Dominick Moore dreamed Dublin emerald Emily Falcon England English exclaimed extravagance eyes fair fancy Freeman Gilbertine gipsy gipsy's girl glybbe Goslyn green hair Hall of Clamour hand heard Heptarchy hero Hurly O'Burly Irish John Crozier lady looked Lord Lodore Lucy Mac Flecknoe Mac Morris Miss Crozier Miss Falcon Miss Spriggs monastic Monk Moonshine Moore's never O'Harper party Paulina Peregrine Falcon perhaps poetry political Portland-place principle Puseyitical recollect replied Moore Ronald's saffron Saxon Scythian Shane shirt Skiddaw song spirit Stonehenge sweet thing thought Tierna Tigernach Mac Morris tion to-morrow Verdaunt Vernon Sharpe Vincent Mac Morris voice wild Young England Young Ireland young Mac Morris
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Page 191 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Page 96 - em. SONG. Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she ; The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Page 150 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Page 302 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Page 292 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Page 168 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Page 328 - How shouldst thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou know'st thy country's foe? Thy fair words make me suspect thee: Serpents lie where flowers grow.
Page 334 - Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry — Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Page 16 - ... needles out of work-boxes with a magnet of amazing virtue, which he always carried in his waistcoat pocket. In a word, he was the darling of the darlings; secured the nurseries first, and there planted the artillery with which he often carried the dining-room ; which was, of course, the mam point.
Page 120 - Oh, blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild : I think of thee with many fears Of what may be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality. And Grief, uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sat within the touch of thee.