The mystery developedA.K. Newman and Company, 1825 - 790 pages |
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Page 82
... Arrah ! thunder and turf , where is it ? surely I hav'n't lost it ! ByNo , your honour , here it is , and fine writin it is too , and why wouldn't it , for no- noch it is himself that could write and read too , not all as one . " Twould ...
... Arrah ! thunder and turf , where is it ? surely I hav'n't lost it ! ByNo , your honour , here it is , and fine writin it is too , and why wouldn't it , for no- noch it is himself that could write and read too , not all as one . " Twould ...
Page 88
... Arrah , is it me , your honour , Miss ? God forbid Sarrow murther nor mur- ther , unless it was a fox or a hare now and again and sure I used to murther the hare sometimes , to put the poor thing out of pain ; but the rogue of a fox , I ...
... Arrah , is it me , your honour , Miss ? God forbid Sarrow murther nor mur- ther , unless it was a fox or a hare now and again and sure I used to murther the hare sometimes , to put the poor thing out of pain ; but the rogue of a fox , I ...
Page 97
... Arrah , Larry , what do you think ? may i never see the ould head of Kin- sale again , if Mr. Sullivan didn't inform against me in the certificate ; but i sup- pose it was only thinking of it he was at the time , and so put it down in a ...
... Arrah , Larry , what do you think ? may i never see the ould head of Kin- sale again , if Mr. Sullivan didn't inform against me in the certificate ; but i sup- pose it was only thinking of it he was at the time , and so put it down in a ...
Page 191
... arrah isn't it the murther of all murthers to see himself goin to leave us , and plenty of the scrub of the world to take his place ? Make haste ! you are very well , until you take the last sight of him - a sore sight it will be for ...
... arrah isn't it the murther of all murthers to see himself goin to leave us , and plenty of the scrub of the world to take his place ? Make haste ! you are very well , until you take the last sight of him - a sore sight it will be for ...
Page 216
... Arrah , who , master Frederick - is it that swaddling preacher ? Bad luck to me then , if he has prayers enough to save a louse from the gallows , let alone keeping sir Henry out of heaven , a place he'll never see himself whilst he ...
... Arrah , who , master Frederick - is it that swaddling preacher ? Bad luck to me then , if he has prayers enough to save a louse from the gallows , let alone keeping sir Henry out of heaven , a place he'll never see himself whilst he ...
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Page 65 - Music the fiercest grief can charm, And Fate's severest rage disarm ; Music can soften pain to ease, And make despair and madness please : Our joys below it can improve, And antedate the bliss above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confined the sound. When the full organ joins the tuneful quire, Th...
Page 124 - Long-sounding aisles, and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence., and a dread repose: Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades ev'ry flow'r, and darkens ev'ry green, Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Page 177 - All fame is foreign but of true desert, Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart: One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exiled feels, Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise ? 'Tis but to know how little can be known, To see all others...