 | Ireland - 1832 - 448 pages
...forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own family.' Even my father, that was'nt much given to crying, could'nt speak, but went over to a corner and cried til! the neighbours stopped him. As for my brothers and sisters, they were all in an uproar ; and I... | |
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1830 - 624 pages
...forgive your poor mother that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own family.' Even my father, that was'nt much given to crying, couldn't speak; but went over to a corner and cried till tho neighbours stopped him. As for my brothers and sisters they were all in an uproar—and I myself,... | |
 | Fraternal organizations - 1847 - 480 pages
...was*nt much giving to crying, could not speak, but went over to a corner, and cried 'till the neighbour! stopped him. As for my brothers and sisters, they...I myself cried like a Trojan, merely bekase I see tham at it. My father and mother kissed me and gave me their blessing, and my) brothers) and sisters... | |
 | William Carleton - Peasants - 1853 - 368 pages
...forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own family.* Even my father, that wasn't much given to crying, couldn't speak, but went over to a coiner and cried till the neighbours stopped him. As for my brothers and sisters, they were all in... | |
 | Irish bubble and squeak - 1854 - 170 pages
...forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one oi her own family.' Even my father that wasn't much given to crying, couldn't...and I myself cried like a Trojan, merely bekase I seen them at it. My father and mother both kissed me, and gave me their blessing, and my brothers and... | |
 | William Carleton - Irish fiction - 1881 - 836 pages
...forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own famüy.' " Even my father, that wasn't much given to crying, couldn't...speak, but went over to a corner and cried till the neighbors stopped him. As for my brothers and sisters, they were all in an uproar ; and I myself cried... | |
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Shane, avourneen, deelish, if ever I was harsh to you, forgive your poor mother, that will never see you more on her flure as one of her own family. 