The Hibernian Magazine. ..., Випуски 1 – 6John F. Fowler, 3 Crow Street., 1864 |
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... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
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... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
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... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
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... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
... fire ; the sun was mounting high above the cloud - banks piled up around the horizon ; and the watch told that it was half - past eight . From which indica- tions Brian Purcell very naturally came to the conclusion , that he had slept ...
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... fire and sat down . Sally Cavanagh was a remarkably fine specimen of her class . Like all her old acquaintances , we prefer calling her by her maiden name . For Sally Cavanagh had been the belle of the " mountain foot " ; and so great a ...
... fire and sat down . Sally Cavanagh was a remarkably fine specimen of her class . Like all her old acquaintances , we prefer calling her by her maiden name . For Sally Cavanagh had been the belle of the " mountain foot " ; and so great a ...
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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 90 - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Сторінка 161 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky...
Сторінка 167 - There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass ; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes ; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Сторінка 169 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range; Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Сторінка 257 - All these he saw ; but what he fain had seen He could not see, the kindly human face, Nor ever hear a kindly voice, but heard The myriad shriek of wheeling ocean-fowl, The league-long roller thundering on the reef, The moving whisper of huge trees that branch'd And blossom'd in the zenith...
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Сторінка 252 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
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.