The Irish Quarterly Review, Том 5W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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... young to know the full extent of our misfor- tunes ; but , young as I was , I saw and felt a great change . My mother , in her early years , was an ardent book - woman . When she became poor , her time was too precious to admit of its ...
... young to know the full extent of our misfor- tunes ; but , young as I was , I saw and felt a great change . My mother , in her early years , was an ardent book - woman . When she became poor , her time was too precious to admit of its ...
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... young men , and its object appears to have been partly political and partly literary . At one of these meetings he read a story entitled Il Zingaro , which he sent to Johnstone's Magazine ; it was accepted and printed , and thus in his ...
... young men , and its object appears to have been partly political and partly literary . At one of these meetings he read a story entitled Il Zingaro , which he sent to Johnstone's Magazine ; it was accepted and printed , and thus in his ...
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... young man whom he had some short time previously taken into partnership ; besides he had fallen in love with a niece of the editor of one of the papers to which he contributed , and was anxious to discover some more certain means of ...
... young man whom he had some short time previously taken into partnership ; besides he had fallen in love with a niece of the editor of one of the papers to which he contributed , and was anxious to discover some more certain means of ...
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... young gilpie Maggie was laughin ' ; The auld ane skreigh'd out wi ' a terrible yowl , " Hey , lad ! ye are row'd in a rauchan . " My face it was red , an ' my heart it was sair , While my fause love my sorrow was mockin ' ; And an ...
... young gilpie Maggie was laughin ' ; The auld ane skreigh'd out wi ' a terrible yowl , " Hey , lad ! ye are row'd in a rauchan . " My face it was red , an ' my heart it was sair , While my fause love my sorrow was mockin ' ; And an ...
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... young men brought up in the factory the case is quite different , for there is no need of their going straight home to their families when work is over , so the masters can keep them in the school - room or elsewhere , and gain their ...
... young men brought up in the factory the case is quite different , for there is no need of their going straight home to their families when work is over , so the masters can keep them in the school - room or elsewhere , and gain their ...
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Страница 574 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Страница 406 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Страница 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Страница 200 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Страница 574 - Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted —...
Страница 196 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Страница 204 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Страница 573 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door : Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Страница 67 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point: Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowlydying fire. Yet I doubt not thro...
Страница 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!