Sketches of History, Politics, and Manners, in Dublin, and the North of Ireland, in 1810Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1826 - 355 pages |
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... deaths less melancholy ; some were drowned , some lost their lives in the yellow fever , others in duels , and another because he could not get leave to fight one . He was a young high - spirited West Indian : -a short time after his ...
... deaths less melancholy ; some were drowned , some lost their lives in the yellow fever , others in duels , and another because he could not get leave to fight one . He was a young high - spirited West Indian : -a short time after his ...
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... death - little did I ima- gine at that period it would be his fate to undergo such a one , or that it would be mine thus to record it . After our party broke up I went to the play : it was the Three Knights , which I was desirous to see ...
... death - little did I ima- gine at that period it would be his fate to undergo such a one , or that it would be mine thus to record it . After our party broke up I went to the play : it was the Three Knights , which I was desirous to see ...
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... death upon his opponents ; the fire of his eloquence dries up and withers opposition like the lightning of heaven : the power of generalizing , which Mr. Grattan possesses , is most extraordinary , and is the true cri- terion of the ...
... death upon his opponents ; the fire of his eloquence dries up and withers opposition like the lightning of heaven : the power of generalizing , which Mr. Grattan possesses , is most extraordinary , and is the true cri- terion of the ...
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... death for cowardice , and executed it with his own hand , by cutting him in two . There is the utmost reason to suspect , how- ever , that this narrative has no other foundation than the fiction of some Irish bard , who invented it for ...
... death for cowardice , and executed it with his own hand , by cutting him in two . There is the utmost reason to suspect , how- ever , that this narrative has no other foundation than the fiction of some Irish bard , who invented it for ...
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... death ; nor did I seem to my- self to breathe freely till I was some distance from it . A little further we met the Lord Lieutenant and his Lady , with their attendants and some other company . Imagination could hardly form a greater ...
... death ; nor did I seem to my- self to breathe freely till I was some distance from it . A little further we met the Lord Lieutenant and his Lady , with their attendants and some other company . Imagination could hardly form a greater ...
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Page 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.
Page 308 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 53 - The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Await alike th
Page 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!
Page 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.