The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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... night , during which time the teacher requires to be energetically and constantly employed to do justice to his pupils . Now in the most economical point of view we consider him entitled to a salary of at least £ 60 per annum , and any ...
... night , during which time the teacher requires to be energetically and constantly employed to do justice to his pupils . Now in the most economical point of view we consider him entitled to a salary of at least £ 60 per annum , and any ...
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... night ; the other , a hard - worked literary man - one who , as he said himself , should " teaze the brain , as wool - combers teaze wool , to keep the fire in and the pot boiling , " could have been able to produce those novels which ...
... night ; the other , a hard - worked literary man - one who , as he said himself , should " teaze the brain , as wool - combers teaze wool , to keep the fire in and the pot boiling , " could have been able to produce those novels which ...
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... night at the house of a farmer named Daniel Kennedy . His warm and comfortable dwelling was in a mountain hollow , known as Fail Dhuiv , or the Black Glen . The peculiarities of this out of the way home- stead , the appearance of the ...
... night at the house of a farmer named Daniel Kennedy . His warm and comfortable dwelling was in a mountain hollow , known as Fail Dhuiv , or the Black Glen . The peculiarities of this out of the way home- stead , the appearance of the ...
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... night . or whether he cries enraptured- One morning , my Love , like another Eve , found me : She lookt , and a maelstrom of joy whirl'd my bosom ; She smiled , and my being ran bliss to the brim : She spake , and my eager heart flusht ...
... night . or whether he cries enraptured- One morning , my Love , like another Eve , found me : She lookt , and a maelstrom of joy whirl'd my bosom ; She smiled , and my being ran bliss to the brim : She spake , and my eager heart flusht ...
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... night ; and I must therefore write when others are asleep . During winter , to sit without fire is a hard task but summer is now coming - and then ! " Whilst residing in Perth it was his custom to rise , during the summer , at five o ...
... night ; and I must therefore write when others are asleep . During winter , to sit without fire is a hard task but summer is now coming - and then ! " Whilst residing in Perth it was his custom to rise , during the summer , at five o ...
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Page 574 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 406 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Page 200 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 574 - Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted —...
Page 196 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Page 204 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 573 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door : Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Page 67 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point: Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowlydying fire. Yet I doubt not thro...
Page 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!