Brallaghan: Or The DeipnosophistsE. Churton, 1845 - 336 pages |
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... whin we seems most firmly fixed in health , or rank , or stayshun , begad it's then we may be nearest to our downfall bein as Lushan finely sez , like bubbles on the wather that is portly and well - lookin for a few moments , but soon ...
... whin we seems most firmly fixed in health , or rank , or stayshun , begad it's then we may be nearest to our downfall bein as Lushan finely sez , like bubbles on the wather that is portly and well - lookin for a few moments , but soon ...
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... whin his lordship were in Ire- land as Misther Lamb . However , " Needs must whin the Ould Boy dhrives ; and if I am poorer in pocket than whin I left the butyful city , I'm wondherfooly emprooved in larning ; and I can argufy in ...
... whin his lordship were in Ire- land as Misther Lamb . However , " Needs must whin the Ould Boy dhrives ; and if I am poorer in pocket than whin I left the butyful city , I'm wondherfooly emprooved in larning ; and I can argufy in ...
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... whin poor Misther Richard lived , and laft , and sang the air of " The Groves of Blarney , " and was boon companion with that glorious soale Docther Maginn , and Jak Boyle , and Frank Mahony the preesht , and the little man with the ...
... whin poor Misther Richard lived , and laft , and sang the air of " The Groves of Blarney , " and was boon companion with that glorious soale Docther Maginn , and Jak Boyle , and Frank Mahony the preesht , and the little man with the ...
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... whin Vinegar Hill and the Volunteers shed so much glory on our iland , was like Misther Moore's last rose of summer , departed and gone . Pike manufacturees and potheen - stills was quite blown , and their owners gone to the dogs ...
... whin Vinegar Hill and the Volunteers shed so much glory on our iland , was like Misther Moore's last rose of summer , departed and gone . Pike manufacturees and potheen - stills was quite blown , and their owners gone to the dogs ...
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... whin I gives a ladin ' artikl to Misther Delane ( he's an Irishman , and I has a likin for ' em all , and does whatever I can to sarve the poor fellas whin they comes to London ) ; and the haughty motto which Misther Boyle seleckted for ...
... whin I gives a ladin ' artikl to Misther Delane ( he's an Irishman , and I has a likin for ' em all , and does whatever I can to sarve the poor fellas whin they comes to London ) ; and the haughty motto which Misther Boyle seleckted for ...
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