Florence Macarthy: An Irish Tale, Band 3Henry Colburn, 1818 |
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... Miss Crawley , I'll make room for you here : we must put you on the jury . " The Crawleys for a moment remained motionless . To their utter amazement , the whimsicality and extravagance of Lady Dunore had overturned all their long and ...
... Miss Crawley , I'll make room for you here : we must put you on the jury . " The Crawleys for a moment remained motionless . To their utter amazement , the whimsicality and extravagance of Lady Dunore had overturned all their long and ...
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... Miss Crawley , who for the first time learned that her saintly hero was a French or Spanish spy , grew pale . Baron Boulter left an epigram unfinished , and began to lend a serious attention ; while Lady Dunore exhausted herself in ...
... Miss Crawley , who for the first time learned that her saintly hero was a French or Spanish spy , grew pale . Baron Boulter left an epigram unfinished , and began to lend a serious attention ; while Lady Dunore exhausted herself in ...
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... miss seeing yo Mateo . But pray go on . " " I believe there is little more to be added , Madam . The principal facts are before your ladyship and the judges ; and your lordship , " added young Craw- ley , insolently turning to Judge ...
... miss seeing yo Mateo . But pray go on . " " I believe there is little more to be added , Madam . The principal facts are before your ladyship and the judges ; and your lordship , " added young Craw- ley , insolently turning to Judge ...
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... be made a prisoner , just pour segayer ! Does no one know any thing about her ? " " Not a great deal , I believe , " said Miss Crawley , eagerly and pointedly , : " at least in this neighbourhood , my lord . FLORENCE MACARTHY . 107.
... be made a prisoner , just pour segayer ! Does no one know any thing about her ? " " Not a great deal , I believe , " said Miss Crawley , eagerly and pointedly , : " at least in this neighbourhood , my lord . FLORENCE MACARTHY . 107.
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... Miss Crawley , eagerly . " She is a peeress in her own right - he ! he ! he ! She has nothing belonging to her ; she is a very in- dependent sort of person : " and she laughed affectedly . " In fact , " said young Crawley , " we know ...
... Miss Crawley , eagerly . " She is a peeress in her own right - he ! he ! he ! She has nothing belonging to her ; she is a very in- dependent sort of person : " and she laughed affectedly . " In fact , " said young Crawley , " we know ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.