Duffy's Hibernian Magazine: A Monthly Journal of Legends, Tales, and Stories, Irish Antiquities, Biography, Science, and Art..., Volume 2J. Duffy, 1862 |
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... Lost and Found ... ... ... .... :: ... : Mechanism of Terrestrial Chemistry , The Nostalgia ; or , Home Sickness ... Not as Black as Painted ... ::: : 53 148 520 459 35 480 48 105 352 :: :: : . ... 298 59 249 , 309 411 155 ... ... 202 ...
... Lost and Found ... ... ... .... :: ... : Mechanism of Terrestrial Chemistry , The Nostalgia ; or , Home Sickness ... Not as Black as Painted ... ::: : 53 148 520 459 35 480 48 105 352 :: :: : . ... 298 59 249 , 309 411 155 ... ... 202 ...
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... lost the pleasure he had anticipated of obtaining a second interview ; and since that time we have been unable to gain any tidings of him . ” " He appeared a man of retired habits , " said Mrs. Trenchard , " and unwilling to obtain ...
... lost the pleasure he had anticipated of obtaining a second interview ; and since that time we have been unable to gain any tidings of him . ” " He appeared a man of retired habits , " said Mrs. Trenchard , " and unwilling to obtain ...
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... lost in ascertaining , if possible , the object of this intruder's seeming " espionage . " The asperity shown by Humphrey towards Sir Algernon , since the defeat of his father's suit , gave reason to fear that he still meditated further ...
... lost in ascertaining , if possible , the object of this intruder's seeming " espionage . " The asperity shown by Humphrey towards Sir Algernon , since the defeat of his father's suit , gave reason to fear that he still meditated further ...
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... lost no time in commencing her inquiries respecting the stranger who had been with him on the preceding day . " True enough , " commenced the cottager , " my humble roof was honoured with the presence of one I had never seen before last ...
... lost no time in commencing her inquiries respecting the stranger who had been with him on the preceding day . " True enough , " commenced the cottager , " my humble roof was honoured with the presence of one I had never seen before last ...
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... lost to us in willing exile , it may be some dear friend whom we remember , whilst his footsteps leave their track in the tall grass of Southern Savannahs , amid the wild under - growths of northern forests , or on the desert sands of ...
... lost to us in willing exile , it may be some dear friend whom we remember , whilst his footsteps leave their track in the tall grass of Southern Savannahs , amid the wild under - growths of northern forests , or on the desert sands of ...
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Page 259 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 263 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Page 306 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say, "Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 405 - THREE fishers went sailing away to the West, Away to the West as the sun went down; Each thought on the woman who loved him the best, And the children stood watching them out of the town; For men must work, and women must weep, And there's little to earn, and many to keep, Though the harbor bar be moaning.
Page 405 - And the night-rack came rolling up, ragged and brown ; But men must work, and women must weep, Though storms be sudden, and waters deep, And the harbor bar be moaning. Three corpses lay out on the shining sands In the morning gleam as the tide went down...
Page 459 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Page 459 - Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Ere humane statute purged the gentle weal; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Too terrible for the ear: the time has been, That, when the brains were out, the man would die. And there an end; but now they rise again...
Page 236 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Page 354 - I saw thrones And circling fires, And a dome rose near me, as by a spell, Whence flowed the tones Of silver lyres And many voices in wreathed swell; And their thrilling chime Fell on mine ears As the heavenly hymn of an angel-band — " It is now the time, These be the years, Of Cahal Mor of the Wine-red Hand ! " I sought the hall, And behold!
Page 306 - The bursting shell, the gateway wrenched asunder, The rattling musketry, the clashing blade; And ever and anon, in tones of thunder The diapason of the cannonade.