Ainsworth's Magazine: A Miscellany of Romance, General Literature, & Art, Volumen6William Harrison Ainsworth Chapman and Hall, 1844 |
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... Doyle , a fine , well - formed , strapping fellow , son of a farmer , but who had not sown his wild oats . Patrick had made Killala too hot to hold him , and was obliged to run for it while he had some money in his pocket . He made his ...
... Doyle , a fine , well - formed , strapping fellow , son of a farmer , but who had not sown his wild oats . Patrick had made Killala too hot to hold him , and was obliged to run for it while he had some money in his pocket . He made his ...
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... Doyle- " shure this is the packet that Tim Mullins and the two O'Rourkes put me aboard of last night ? " " This here brig is the ' Shelah ' - O'Shaugnessy , commander - laden with provisions - beef , pork , and butter - for the Baltic ...
... Doyle- " shure this is the packet that Tim Mullins and the two O'Rourkes put me aboard of last night ? " " This here brig is the ' Shelah ' - O'Shaugnessy , commander - laden with provisions - beef , pork , and butter - for the Baltic ...
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... Doyle . " Vat tid dey pring you to dis plaish for ? " asked the Jew . " You spake English , " remarked Pat , " but you spake it like a Judy ! " Doyle then informed the little Israelite of his exact situation , who replied- " Vel , if ...
... Doyle . " Vat tid dey pring you to dis plaish for ? " asked the Jew . " You spake English , " remarked Pat , " but you spake it like a Judy ! " Doyle then informed the little Israelite of his exact situation , who replied- " Vel , if ...
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... Doyle's stock of virtues ( for patience , they say , is a virtue ) to endure it . After a general drill , he was placed under the private tuition of Corporal Muller , who spared neither pains nor industry to make Mr. Doyle an ...
... Doyle's stock of virtues ( for patience , they say , is a virtue ) to endure it . After a general drill , he was placed under the private tuition of Corporal Muller , who spared neither pains nor industry to make Mr. Doyle an ...
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... Doyle was attached , soon became an acquisition , and was speedily put in requisition , when off duty . Patrick was very gallant , and perceived that he had made an evident impression on a fine creature so he paid his devoirs to her ...
... Doyle was attached , soon became an acquisition , and was speedily put in requisition , when off duty . Patrick was very gallant , and perceived that he had made an evident impression on a fine creature so he paid his devoirs to her ...
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Página 179 - And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the Shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Página 395 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds...
Página 83 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Página 178 - And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy...
Página 179 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
Página 391 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can digest.
Página 177 - Hath decked their rising cheeks in red, Such as on your lips is spread ! Here be berries for a queen, Some be red, some be green ; These are of that luscious meat, The great god Pan himself doth eat : All these, and what the woods can yield, The hanging mountain or the field, I freely offer...
Página 83 - ... beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright...
Página 499 - Would I were dead! if God's good will were so; For what is in this world but grief and woe? O God! methinks, it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point...
Página 280 - tis, that you should carry me away: And trust me not, my friends, if, every day, I walk not here with more delight, Than ever, after the most happy fight, In triumph to the capitol I rode, To thank the gods, and to be thought, myself, almost a god.