The Irish Quarterly Review, 6. köide,1. osaW. B. Kelly, 1856 |
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... THE Post OFFICE : - 1. First Report of the Postmaster General , on the Post Office . Presented to both Houses of Parliament by Command of Her Majesty . 1855 . 2. Second Ditto . 1856 . 499 IV . THE POOR RELATION : -AN OUTLINE OF SOCIAL.
... THE Post OFFICE : - 1. First Report of the Postmaster General , on the Post Office . Presented to both Houses of Parliament by Command of Her Majesty . 1855 . 2. Second Ditto . 1856 . 499 IV . THE POOR RELATION : -AN OUTLINE OF SOCIAL.
Page 145
... poor " Laughing Water , " falls an early victim . Here , in like manner , it pleases Longfellow to be again himself ; the following passage reads all the better for the sea of trash which surrounds it . O the long and dreary Winter ! O ...
... poor " Laughing Water , " falls an early victim . Here , in like manner , it pleases Longfellow to be again himself ; the following passage reads all the better for the sea of trash which surrounds it . O the long and dreary Winter ! O ...
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... poor covert where I pass the night , This Bethany , lies scarce the distance thence A man with plague - sores at the third de- gree Runs till he drops down dead . Thou laughest here ! ' Sooth , it elates me , thus reposed and safe , To ...
... poor covert where I pass the night , This Bethany , lies scarce the distance thence A man with plague - sores at the third de- gree Runs till he drops down dead . Thou laughest here ! ' Sooth , it elates me , thus reposed and safe , To ...
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... poor glimmering Crucifixion , Where in the foreground kneels the donor ? If such remain , as is my conviction , The hoarding does you but little honour . Or , We'll shoot this time better game and bag ' em hot- No display at the stone ...
... poor glimmering Crucifixion , Where in the foreground kneels the donor ? If such remain , as is my conviction , The hoarding does you but little honour . Or , We'll shoot this time better game and bag ' em hot- No display at the stone ...
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... poor widow's imagination begins to seethe ; by going back four or five generations , she convinces herself that if the great Nep . was not Lucien's uncle , he ought at least turn out his cousin , the removes being more or less distant ...
... poor widow's imagination begins to seethe ; by going back four or five generations , she convinces herself that if the great Nep . was not Lucien's uncle , he ought at least turn out his cousin , the removes being more or less distant ...
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Page 333 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him.
Page 333 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Page 333 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Page 630 - ... of bread and wine into the body and blood of Christ at or after the consecration thereof by any person whatsoever; and that the invocation or adoration of the Virgin Mary or any other saint and the sacrifice of the mass, as they are now used in the Church of Rome, are superstitious and idolatrous.
Page 141 - But he heeded not, nor heard them, For his thoughts were with the red deer; On their tracks his eyes were fastened, Leading downward to the river, To the ford across the river, And as one in slumber walked he.
Page 723 - Master of the court, as such judge shall appoint, to show cause why he should not pay the judgment creditor the debt due from him to the judgment debtor, or so much thereof as may be sufficient to satisfy the judgment debt.
Page 630 - Him or Them : And I do faithfully promise to maintain, support, and defend, to the utmost of my Power, the Succession of the Crown, which Succession, by an Act, intituled An Act for the further Limitation of the Crown, and better securing the Rights and Liberties of the Subject...
Page 139 - Should you ask me, whence these stories, Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers, With their frequent repetitions, And their wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains. I should answer, I should tell you: "From the forests and the prairies, From the great lakes of the Northland, From the land of the Ojibways...
Page 331 - Go, forget me — why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling ? Go. forget me — and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile — though I shall not be near thee, Sing, though I shall never hear thee; May thy soul with pleasure shine Lasting as the gloom of mine.
Page 630 - I, AB, do swear that I do from my heart abhor, detest, and abjure as impious and heretical, that damnable doctrine and position that princes excommunicated or deprived by the pope, or any authority of the see of Rome, may be deposed or murdered by their subjects, or any other whatsoever. And I do declare that no foreign prince, person, prelate, state, or potentate hath, or ought to have, any jurisdiction, power, superiority, preeminence, or authority, ecclesiastical or spiritual, within this realm...