Irish Monthly Magazine, 35. köide1907 |
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... asked in a stage whisper . " I think she's AI . I'm to call her Sybil , she says , straight off , and she's going to buy me a pen - knife to - morrow . " Elizabeth smiled at the eager boy . " " You have got on with her quickly , " she ...
... asked in a stage whisper . " I think she's AI . I'm to call her Sybil , she says , straight off , and she's going to buy me a pen - knife to - morrow . " Elizabeth smiled at the eager boy . " " You have got on with her quickly , " she ...
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... asked presently . " She wore white muslin , last night and the night before . " Fifine shrugged her shoulders and laughed . " And the night before that again . Ma foi , Mademoiselle - I think Miss O'Neill has no other dress to wear ...
... asked presently . " She wore white muslin , last night and the night before . " Fifine shrugged her shoulders and laughed . " And the night before that again . Ma foi , Mademoiselle - I think Miss O'Neill has no other dress to wear ...
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... asked , " Where did you get the gown , Sybille ma belle ? " " From Paris , of course , " she answered , throwing back her head , " ' tis merely a little demi - toilette affair , but - well , ' tis bad taste to be overdressed in a ...
... asked , " Where did you get the gown , Sybille ma belle ? " " From Paris , of course , " she answered , throwing back her head , " ' tis merely a little demi - toilette affair , but - well , ' tis bad taste to be overdressed in a ...
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... asked . " " I belong to the Show , ' Sir , down yonder . ' " Oh , yes , my boy ! And who lives with you in the Show ? Your father and mother , do they ? " " They do , Sir , " he went on very friendly , very respectfully , and with quite ...
... asked . " " I belong to the Show , ' Sir , down yonder . ' " Oh , yes , my boy ! And who lives with you in the Show ? Your father and mother , do they ? " " They do , Sir , " he went on very friendly , very respectfully , and with quite ...
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... asked , taking a leap in the dark . He set his head - gear a little side - ways , which gave him a comic look , and hitched up his trousers with a theatrical touch -and indeed they were not hanging over - tidy . " I hope you have good ...
... asked , taking a leap in the dark . He set his head - gear a little side - ways , which gave him a comic look , and hitched up his trousers with a theatrical touch -and indeed they were not hanging over - tidy . " I hope you have good ...
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Page 124 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
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Page 246 - The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of "Little Nell.
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Page 170 - A SUPERSCRIPTION. LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark...
Page 399 - The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose...
Page 697 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, i Sleep to wake.
Page 110 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.