The Dublin University Magazine, Volumen42William Curry, Jun., and Company, 1853 |
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... to remain un- sung , than to be laboriously threno- dised by harps that sound faintly , and without the swell of lofty inspiration . Let us indulge the hope that Apollo may , hereafter 1853. ] 3 Memorials of Wellington .
... to remain un- sung , than to be laboriously threno- dised by harps that sound faintly , and without the swell of lofty inspiration . Let us indulge the hope that Apollo may , hereafter 1853. ] 3 Memorials of Wellington .
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... hope that Apollo may , hereafter , place his lyre in the hands of some future Virgil , Tasso , Milton , or Byron ; and assist him to wreath a poetical chaplet in honour of the great Duke , which shall embellish and crown the long ...
... hope that Apollo may , hereafter , place his lyre in the hands of some future Virgil , Tasso , Milton , or Byron ; and assist him to wreath a poetical chaplet in honour of the great Duke , which shall embellish and crown the long ...
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... hope , and with the certain and discouraging prestige of defeat , but they struggled gallantly and pertinaciously ; and Soult con- tinued to uphold the falling cause of his master with a fidelity that gained for him universal applause ...
... hope , and with the certain and discouraging prestige of defeat , but they struggled gallantly and pertinaciously ; and Soult con- tinued to uphold the falling cause of his master with a fidelity that gained for him universal applause ...
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... Hope no longer please ; The very light of life is dim , And tuneless are its melodies . Yet not within thy narrow tomb My throbbing heart may buried be , Mourning within that rayless gloom Beside thy frail mortality . There vainly were ...
... Hope no longer please ; The very light of life is dim , And tuneless are its melodies . Yet not within thy narrow tomb My throbbing heart may buried be , Mourning within that rayless gloom Beside thy frail mortality . There vainly were ...
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... hope of being able to see something , but the windows only looked into a court surrounded by tall buildings . Ere I returned to my place the conflict had already begun . The troops of the National Guard ad- vanced , firing by sections ...
... hope of being able to see something , but the windows only looked into a court surrounded by tall buildings . Ere I returned to my place the conflict had already begun . The troops of the National Guard ad- vanced , firing by sections ...
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