The Hibernian Magazine. ..., Випуски 1 – 6John F. Fowler, 3 Crow Street., 1864 |
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... exclaimed , rolling his red eyes around . Brian Purcell did not feel bound to reply to the question , but taking from his pocket a volume ( his inseparable companion in his mountain rambles ) , he began to read . Mr. Grindem abstracted ...
... exclaimed , rolling his red eyes around . Brian Purcell did not feel bound to reply to the question , but taking from his pocket a volume ( his inseparable companion in his mountain rambles ) , he began to read . Mr. Grindem abstracted ...
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... and reluctant steps . " Shame upon me " , exclaimed Brian Purcell as he wended his way homewards . " Shame upon me for that unworthy thought . The rill that ripples over these rocks is not more pure than 4 [ July , THE UNTENANTED GRAVES .
... and reluctant steps . " Shame upon me " , exclaimed Brian Purcell as he wended his way homewards . " Shame upon me for that unworthy thought . The rill that ripples over these rocks is not more pure than 4 [ July , THE UNTENANTED GRAVES .
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... exclaimed as a sudden thought struck her ; " the station is at Mr. Reilly's to - day , an ' maybe ' t is not too late yet " . She hurried from the house , and was about running down the narrow bye - road when she caught sight of a ...
... exclaimed as a sudden thought struck her ; " the station is at Mr. Reilly's to - day , an ' maybe ' t is not too late yet " . She hurried from the house , and was about running down the narrow bye - road when she caught sight of a ...
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... exclaimed Father O'Gorman , turning to Sally , and losing all patience . The fact was , old Mrs. Shea was occupied in " mashing " a roasted potato upon a plate , while a " print " of butter on a smaller plate showed the priest that she ...
... exclaimed Father O'Gorman , turning to Sally , and losing all patience . The fact was , old Mrs. Shea was occupied in " mashing " a roasted potato upon a plate , while a " print " of butter on a smaller plate showed the priest that she ...
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... exclaimed his wife , throwing her arms round his neck , and looking into his face , as if the sight of his grief was agony to her . " Yes " , said Father O'Gorman , " and she is to be thanked for that . You have a good wife , Connor ...
... exclaimed his wife , throwing her arms round his neck , and looking into his face , as if the sight of his grief was agony to her . " Yes " , said Father O'Gorman , " and she is to be thanked for that . You have a good wife , Connor ...
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Adelaide admiration appeared arms Bartlett beauty Brian Purcell called Captain Dawson character Church Connor Shea Croak daughter dear Diarmuidh doctor door Dublin Enoch exclaimed eyes face Fanny Father O'Gorman feel Fenians Fion fire followed Forty Fort give hand happy head heard heart HIBERNIAN MAGAZINE horse imagination Indians Irish John Elder Josh Reddy Kate king knew lady light living look MacCuil MADAME DE POMPADOUR Matt Hazlitt mind Miss Evans Montaigne Mooney mother mountain nature never night Oisin Oliver Grindem passed poem poet poetic poetry poor replied RICHARD STEELE rose round Sally Cavanagh scene Shawn Gow side smile spirit stood tears tell things THOMAS IRWIN thought Tom Burke took turned UNTENANTED GRAVES valley voice walked wife wild WILLIAM BERNARD KELLY woman word Wyoming young Zouave
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Сторінка 169 - Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I find a magic bark; I leap on board : no helmsman steers : I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail.
Сторінка 23 - Look yonder,— that hale, well-looking puppy! You ungrateful scoundrel, did not I pity you, take you out of a great man's service, and show you the pleasure of receiving wages? Did not I (five you ten, then fifteen, and twenty shillings a week to be sorrowful? —and the more I give you. I think the gladder you are I " *"From my own Apartment, TVoc.
Сторінка 47 - The staircase of Brick Court is said to have been filled with mourners, the reverse of domestic ; women without a home, without domesticity of any kind, with no friend but him they had come to weep for ; outcasts of that great, solitary, wicked city, to whom he had never forgotten to be kind and charitable.