Florence Macarthy: An Irish Tale, Volumen3Henry Colburn, 1818 |
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... alternately watched the approach of the expected prisoners in one direction , and that of their accusers and judges , Mr. Crawley and son , in another . VOL . III . B She was now summoned on the ar- rival of Baron FLORENCE MACARTHY. ...
... alternately watched the approach of the expected prisoners in one direction , and that of their accusers and judges , Mr. Crawley and son , in another . VOL . III . B She was now summoned on the ar- rival of Baron FLORENCE MACARTHY. ...
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... Baron Boulter and Judge Au- brey to the breakfast parlour . Already from her watch - tower she had seen a crowd of persons wandering among the hills , and the glitter of arms flashing in the sun - shine . Her ardent imagination ...
... Baron Boulter and Judge Au- brey to the breakfast parlour . Already from her watch - tower she had seen a crowd of persons wandering among the hills , and the glitter of arms flashing in the sun - shine . Her ardent imagination ...
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... a sphere of action , to which all her fancies and feelings were made up , was beginning an expostulation with her uncle , when Baron Boulter interrupted her by observing that " the Irish were a very 4 FLORENCE MACARTHY ,
... a sphere of action , to which all her fancies and feelings were made up , was beginning an expostulation with her uncle , when Baron Boulter interrupted her by observing that " the Irish were a very 4 FLORENCE MACARTHY ,
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... Baron , " said Lady Dunore , putting her arm through Baron Boulter's , and hurrying him towards the hall , where she was followed by Judge Aubrey , Mr. Daly , Lord Frederick , Mr. Heneage , Mr. Pottinger , and Lady Georgina . There ...
... Baron , " said Lady Dunore , putting her arm through Baron Boulter's , and hurrying him towards the hall , where she was followed by Judge Aubrey , Mr. Daly , Lord Frederick , Mr. Heneage , Mr. Pottinger , and Lady Georgina . There ...
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... Baron Boul- ter was painted an expression of great humour , as of one ready to be amused , as to amuse . Judge Aubrey was , on the contrary , sullenly looking over a volume of Hogarth , which lay before him on the table ; and evidently ...
... Baron Boul- ter was painted an expression of great humour , as of one ready to be amused , as to amuse . Judge Aubrey was , on the contrary , sullenly looking over a volume of Hogarth , which lay before him on the table ; and evidently ...
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amused ancient auto da fé Ballydab Baron Boulter Bhan Tierna bon-ton carthy chair Clancare's Conway Crawley coun countenance Craw Crawley's Cumhal dæmon Daly dear door Dublin Dunore castle Dunore's Earl emotion exclaimed eyes feelings Fitz Fitzwalter Florence Macarthy followed Georgy gineral hall hand handkerchief head heart interrupted Lord Ireland Irish Judge Aubrey kerchief Kerry Lady Clancare Lady Dunore Lady Georgina ladyship Larry Costello laugh look Lord Adelm Lord Fitzadelm Lord Frederick Lord Rosbrin lordship Mac Mahon Macar Madam marchioness ment mind Miss Crawley Montenay morning neral never O'Leary O'Leary's observed old Crawley ould Padreen pause person plaze your honor pray pretty prisoner rebellion replied returned round ruins scene seated shew silent singular smile Spain Spanish spirit spoke stood stranger sylph thing tion tone troth turned voice woman young Crawley
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - 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.
Página 71 - Lovers, and madmen, have such seething brains, Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend More than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover, and the poet, Are of imagination all compact.
Página 60 - O'Leary, with a burst of emotion beyond all power of control, and darting forward, 'ay, troth is she Irish, body and soul. Irish by birth, by blood, and by descent. Irish every inch of her, heart and hand, life and land ! And though the mother that bore her was Iberian born, Bachal Essu ! she was Milesian, like herself, descended from the Tyrian Hercules ; and there she stands, the darling of the world, with the best blood of Spain and Ireland flowing through her veins. A true Irishwoman, that loves...
Página 265 - With Ireland in my heart, and epitomising something of her humour and her sufferings in my own character and story, I do trade upon the materials she furnishes me ; and turning my patriotism into pounds, shillings, and pence, endeavour, at the same moment, to serve her and support myself.
Página 58 - I saw her once Hop forty paces through the public street : And having lost her breath, she spoke, and panted, That she did make defect, perfection, And, breathless, power breathe forth.
Página 183 - Stanihurst carries the point very far in regard to the fidelity between foster brethren. ' You cannot,' says he, ' find one instance of perfidy, deceit, or treachery among them ; nay, they are ready to expose themselves to all manner of dangers for the safety of those who sucked their mother's milk ; you may beat them to a mummy, you may put them upon the rack, you may burn them on a gridiron, you may expose them to the most exquisite tortures that the cruellest tyrant can invent, yet you will never...
Página 183 - ... nay, they are ready to expose themselves to all manner of dangers for the safety of those who sucked their mother's milk ; you may beat them to a mummy, you may put them upon the rack, you may burn them on a gridiron, you may expose them to the most exquisite tortures that the cruellest tyrant can invent — yet, you will never remove them from that innate fidelity which is grafted in them ; you will never induce them to betray their duty.
Página 43 - Here again the language of the great charter is, that no freeman shall be taken or imprisoned but by the lawful judgment of his equals, or by the law of the land.
Página 94 - Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness, did lay siege to it ; Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream ; Brief as the lightning in the collied* night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.