The Falcon Family; Or, Young Ireland: In One Volume..Chapman and Hall, 1845 - 348 strán (strany) |
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In One Volume.. Marmion Wilard Savage, Marmion Wilme Savage. Poems S 0 THE FALCON FAMILY ; of , YOUNG IRELAND .
In One Volume.. Marmion Wilard Savage, Marmion Wilme Savage. Poems S 0 THE FALCON FAMILY ; of , YOUNG IRELAND .
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... pocket , iron in the hand , silver on the tongue , or brass on the forehead ; -Mrs . Falcon has got the silver and the brass , at all events . " CHAPTER II . " Sure in some countries Ladies are OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 11.
... pocket , iron in the hand , silver on the tongue , or brass on the forehead ; -Mrs . Falcon has got the silver and the brass , at all events . " CHAPTER II . " Sure in some countries Ladies are OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 11.
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... must dress Willy myself this morning . I wonder what servants are paid for . " And the gipsy having completed her toilet , which was smart and distinguished ( although the details were perhaps OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 25.
... must dress Willy myself this morning . I wonder what servants are paid for . " And the gipsy having completed her toilet , which was smart and distinguished ( although the details were perhaps OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 25.
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... , he joined his daugh- ter Emily in the drawing - room , looking as bleak as if he had made his toilet on an iceberg , or at least , at the Hospice of St. Bernard . His black coat was severely OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 27.
... , he joined his daugh- ter Emily in the drawing - room , looking as bleak as if he had made his toilet on an iceberg , or at least , at the Hospice of St. Bernard . His black coat was severely OR , YOUNG IRELAND . 27.
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... IRISH LANDLORDS - WHAT MR . FALCON STUFFED HIS CRAVAT WITH , AND HOW MASTER W. FALCON LEARNED HIS CATECHISM . " WHERE do we dine to - day ? " said Falcon , re- spectfully , to the governess - general ... YOUNG IRELAND . 31 CHAPTER V. ...
... IRISH LANDLORDS - WHAT MR . FALCON STUFFED HIS CRAVAT WITH , AND HOW MASTER W. FALCON LEARNED HIS CATECHISM . " WHERE do we dine to - day ? " said Falcon , re- spectfully , to the governess - general ... YOUNG IRELAND . 31 CHAPTER V. ...
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acquaintance amongst Amyrald asked bards beauty Bompas Brehon Brehon law called Caravat Celt Celtic CHAPTER charming Chatworth colour Connaught Connemara cried Crispin daugh daughter dear dine dinner Dominick Moore dreamed Dublin emerald Emily Falcon England English exclaimed extravagance eyes fair fancy Freeman Gilbertine gipsy gipsy's girl glybbe Goslyn green hair Hall of Clamour hand heard Heptarchy hero Hurly O'Burly Irish John Crozier lady looked Lord Lodore Lucy Mac Flecknoe Mac Morris Miss Crozier Miss Falcon Miss Spriggs monastic Monk Moonshine Moore's never O'Harper party Paulina Peregrine Falcon perhaps poetry political Portland-place principle Puseyitical recollect replied Moore Ronald's saffron Saxon Scythian Shane shirt Skiddaw song spirit Stonehenge sweet thing thought Tierna Tigernach Mac Morris tion to-morrow Verdaunt Vernon Sharpe Vincent Mac Morris voice wild Young England Young Ireland young Mac Morris
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Strana 191 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him : The third day comes a frost, a killing frost ; And,— when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a ripening, — nips his root, And then he falls, as I do.
Strana 96 - em. SONG. Who is Silvia ? what is she, That all our swains commend her ? Holy, fair, and wise is she ; The heavens such grace did lend her, That she might admired be.
Strana 150 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Strana 302 - A maiden never bold ; Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motion Blush'd at herself...
Strana 292 - Hail, old patrician trees, so great and good! Hail, ye plebeian under-wood ! Where the poetic birds rejoice, And for their quiet nests and plenteous food Pay, with their grateful voice. Hail, the poor Muses...
Strana 168 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Strana 328 - How shouldst thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou know'st thy country's foe? Thy fair words make me suspect thee: Serpents lie where flowers grow.
Strana 334 - Till the Ledaean stars, so famed for love, Wonder'd at us from above! We spent them not in toys, in lusts, or wine; But search of deep philosophy, Wit, eloquence, and poetry — Arts which I loved, for they, my friend, were thine.
Strana 16 - ... needles out of work-boxes with a magnet of amazing virtue, which he always carried in his waistcoat pocket. In a word, he was the darling of the darlings; secured the nurseries first, and there planted the artillery with which he often carried the dining-room ; which was, of course, the mam point.
Strana 120 - Oh, blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild : I think of thee with many fears Of what may be thy lot in future years. I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest, Lord of thy house and hospitality. And Grief, uneasy lover ! never rest But when she sat within the touch of thee.