Brallaghan: Or The DeipnosophistsE. Churton, 1845 - 336 стор. |
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... light beneath the grey porticos of Alma Mater — of the dear old books and busts , and summer days and summer thoughts of youth . I am aware that they contain many faults ; but the flattering manner in which they have been received ...
... light beneath the grey porticos of Alma Mater — of the dear old books and busts , and summer days and summer thoughts of youth . I am aware that they contain many faults ; but the flattering manner in which they have been received ...
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... within her heart a goal ; Loveliness and goodness dwell Orb - like in her heavenly soul . O , divine enchantress bright ! Dare I love thy looks of light ? CONTENTS . BARNEY BRALLAGHAN'S LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE 1 BARNEY.
... within her heart a goal ; Loveliness and goodness dwell Orb - like in her heavenly soul . O , divine enchantress bright ! Dare I love thy looks of light ? CONTENTS . BARNEY BRALLAGHAN'S LETTER TO OLIVER YORKE 1 BARNEY.
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... light and gay like a butterfly whose only occupation is ramblin ' about in the sunshine from rose to rose , and thought myself as great as ould Cupid Palmerston , though his parquisits was larger than mine , and his sham - pain may be ...
... light and gay like a butterfly whose only occupation is ramblin ' about in the sunshine from rose to rose , and thought myself as great as ould Cupid Palmerston , though his parquisits was larger than mine , and his sham - pain may be ...
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... light that lies And gleams like a god in woman's soft eyes , Such hearts their shrines shall be : And he who her fondest love would win Must court her by means of those angels twin , Music and Poesy . Then twine the cup with a wreath of ...
... light that lies And gleams like a god in woman's soft eyes , Such hearts their shrines shall be : And he who her fondest love would win Must court her by means of those angels twin , Music and Poesy . Then twine the cup with a wreath of ...
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... light of thy looks I sit , And they shine down on me . 66 I'm here reminded of an aneckdote that's eminently caractheristic . At the contisted elexshuns in Cork , Mis- ter Croker was in his element , for none ever passed off without ...
... light of thy looks I sit , And they shine down on me . 66 I'm here reminded of an aneckdote that's eminently caractheristic . At the contisted elexshuns in Cork , Mis- ter Croker was in his element , for none ever passed off without ...
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Achilles Tatius afther aiquil Anacreon Ballinamona oro Barney beauty bliss BOYLE Brallaghan breast Brian O'Linn bright bright eyes bright-ey'd wine Castle Hyde charms Colla bella coorse Cork Croker Cupid darlint dear Deipnosophist Club delight divine Doctor Dreams drink enuff eyes fair Father Prout flowers Freeholder Grake hath heart Heaven Hood Irish potheen Judy kiss ladies larned laughing lips LITTLE'S POEMS look Lord Maginn MARY GENTLE MILLIKIN Misther MOORE MOORE'S MELODIES never night nose nymph o'er once ould Philostratus Plagiarism poet poor preesht Prout punch Quæ rose rosy round SABERTASH shine sing SIR JOHN SUCKLING smile song soul spirit stars sweet tell thee thine thou thought thrue Tom Hood Tom Moore Venus whin whiskey WILLIAM MAGINN young γαρ δε εν εστι και μεν μοι Ου τε Ω Λινν
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Сторінка 298 - Like the vase, in which roses have once been distilled — You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Сторінка 209 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.
Сторінка 298 - A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty, Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
Сторінка 302 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Сторінка 306 - If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Сторінка 314 - WHEN Time, who steals our years away, Shall steal our pleasures too, The memory of the past will stay, And half our joys renew.
Сторінка 327 - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.
Сторінка 331 - Thus sung they in the English boat, A holy and a cheerful Note, And all the way, to guide their Chime, With falling Oars they kept the time.
Сторінка 309 - Although men are accused for not knowing their own weakness, yet perhaps as few know their own strength. It is in men as in soils, where sometimes there is a vein of gold, which the owner knows not of.
Сторінка 133 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.