Florence Macarthy: An Irish Tale, Band 1

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Seite 41 - And sure it is yet a most beautiful and sweet country as any is under heaven, being stored throughout with many goodly rivers, replenished with all sorts of fish most abundantly, sprinkled with many very sweet...
Seite 41 - ... so commodiously, as that if some princes in the world had them, they would soon hope to be lords of all the seas, and ere long of all the world : also full of very good ports and havens opening upon England...
Seite 81 - Ireland: since that epoch her debt has increased, her resources diminished, her taxes augmented, her manufactures languishing, her gentry self-exiled, her peasantry turbulent from distress, and her tradesmen, like myself, drained to the last farthing, and sighing to remove to that country, where they will not be obliged to pay a large rent to the government, for leave to live; to America.53 Thus the reader begins to appreciate the economic, social and political realities of the Act of Union for all...
Seite 243 - Tis two or three, my lord, that bring you word, Macduff is fled to England. Macb. Fled to England ? Len. Ay, my good lord. Macb. Time, thou anticipat'st my dread exploits : The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it : from this moment, The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand.
Seite 204 - He would endeavour to redeem the folly and negligence of his ancestors, wrest his paternal demesne from the grasp of fraud, or re-purchase it from the grip of sordidness; he would then raise its fallen towers, reclaim its neglected soil, cherish the miserable population, and expiate the violence and rapacity by which his distant forefathers obtained this still beautiful territory.
Seite 289 - Irish while he'd be clampng a turf stack.— Come forward here, Padreen Mahony, you little mitcher, ye. — Have you no better courtesy than that, Padreen? Fie, upon your manners. Then for all that, Sir, he's my head philosopher, and am getting him up for Maynooth. Och! then!
Seite 288 - Have ye no better courtesy than that, Padreen? Fie upon your manners. Then for all that, Sir, he's my head philosopher, and am getting him up for Maynooth. Och! then I wouldn't axe better than to pit him against the provost of Trinity College this day, for all his ould small cloathes, Sir, the cratur! troth, he'd puzzle him, great as he is, aye, and bate him too; that's at the humanities...
Seite 39 - Even in their intercourse with each other Lady Morgan remarks the same tendency: — " The guide, who, as he proceeded through this disgusting suburb, saluted several among those whose idle curiosity had drawn them from their sties, betrayed a courtesy of manner curiously contrasted with his own appearance and with that of the persons he addressed. Every body was ' Sir,' or ' Madam ;' and the children were either ' Miss,' or ' Master,' or were saluted with epithets of endearment and familiarity.
Seite 21 - Miserably clad, disgustingly filthy, squalid, meagre, and famished, the practitioner for employment had yet humour in his eye, and observation in his countenance. Occasionally ready to assist, and always prompt to flatter, he did neither gratuitously. Taunt and invective seemed the natural expression of his habit; for though debasingly acquiescent to a destiny, which left him without motive for industry, in a country where industry is no refuge from distress, he yet preserved the vindictiveness of...
Seite 194 - There is,' said the Commodore, ' a mixture of indolence and laboriousness in these miserable people that is singular; they have neither the activity of savages nor the industry of civilization. They want energy for the one, and motive for the other.

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