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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... night adventure CHAPTER XVIII . 212 Cross - roads - Presbyterian landlady - Emma - vale - Conversa- tion with a Catholic servant - Aughnacloy - Balligawly - Re- flections on pathos in writing and acting - The widow and her son CHAPTER ...
... night adventure CHAPTER XVIII . 212 Cross - roads - Presbyterian landlady - Emma - vale - Conversa- tion with a Catholic servant - Aughnacloy - Balligawly - Re- flections on pathos in writing and acting - The widow and her son CHAPTER ...
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... arrival , if Mr. Young was performing there ? she answered No ; but after hesitating a moment , said the drunken man was : I had no difficulty in understanding who she meant , and had this night a very rich , though not 6 SKETCHES OF ...
... arrival , if Mr. Young was performing there ? she answered No ; but after hesitating a moment , said the drunken man was : I had no difficulty in understanding who she meant , and had this night a very rich , though not 6 SKETCHES OF ...
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John Gamble. and had this night a very rich , though not a spirited feast , in his performance of Shylock : his excellence in that part , however , is too well known to require any comment of mine . I was very much pleased with the ...
John Gamble. and had this night a very rich , though not a spirited feast , in his performance of Shylock : his excellence in that part , however , is too well known to require any comment of mine . I was very much pleased with the ...
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... night - shade , there would have been found people enough to have swallowed it . The cre- dulity of John Bull is as great as the adventurers are numerous who prey on it ; he is the great Leviathan of the ocean , whose blubber gives food ...
... night - shade , there would have been found people enough to have swallowed it . The cre- dulity of John Bull is as great as the adventurers are numerous who prey on it ; he is the great Leviathan of the ocean , whose blubber gives food ...
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... night ? " ( It was Love in a Village , and Mrs. Dickons sang . ) " In troth , I would have liked it better , only for you : you said you would meet me at the Cock , and so I went away to look for you before the singing began , but the ...
... night ? " ( It was Love in a Village , and Mrs. Dickons sang . ) " In troth , I would have liked it better , only for you : you said you would meet me at the Cock , and so I went away to look for you before the singing began , but the ...
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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.