Florence Macarthy: An Irish Tale, 3. köideHenry Colburn, 1818 |
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... ) . ( I'll trouble you , Sir , for a little black wax . ) As for Counsellor Conway Crawley , I look upon him as the very repertorium of the laws ; one who has read every thing ; Burn's Jus- tice , FLORENCE MACARTHY . 17.
... ) . ( I'll trouble you , Sir , for a little black wax . ) As for Counsellor Conway Crawley , I look upon him as the very repertorium of the laws ; one who has read every thing ; Burn's Jus- tice , FLORENCE MACARTHY . 17.
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... look of mortification , " on informa- tions sworn by one Mr. James Bryan , who holds some place in Mr. Crawley's office , for the purpose of apprehending a very suspicious character ; who , with- out any visible business , or means of ...
... look of mortification , " on informa- tions sworn by one Mr. James Bryan , who holds some place in Mr. Crawley's office , for the purpose of apprehending a very suspicious character ; who , with- out any visible business , or means of ...
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... look , in which wildness and triumph disputed pre - eminence . Baron Boulter was the first to re- cover presence of mind , and he replied , My name , Sir , is Boulter , and I have the honour to hold his majesty's com- mission , as Baron ...
... look , in which wildness and triumph disputed pre - eminence . Baron Boulter was the first to re- cover presence of mind , and he replied , My name , Sir , is Boulter , and I have the honour to hold his majesty's com- mission , as Baron ...
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... look for responsibility . " " You will do what you please , Sir , " said Baron Boulter , firmly and coldly . " The law lies open to all men . " " And we , my lord , " interrupted young Crawley , trembling with rage and mortification ...
... look for responsibility . " " You will do what you please , Sir , " said Baron Boulter , firmly and coldly . " The law lies open to all men . " " And we , my lord , " interrupted young Crawley , trembling with rage and mortification ...
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... look- ing person was clasped in that of the stranger . " And pray , who are you , Sir ? " de- manded young Crawley , stepping for- ward with a tone and demeanour of the pertest effrontery . " I am , " said the party interrogated ...
... look- ing person was clasped in that of the stranger . " And pray , who are you , Sir ? " de- manded young Crawley , stepping for- ward with a tone and demeanour of the pertest effrontery . " I am , " said the party interrogated ...
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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
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.