The O'Neiles; Or, Second SightProvost & Company, 36, Henrietta Street, Covent Garden., 1870 - 257 pages |
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... arms , that , contrary to all prece- dent and laws of nature , it opened wide its great dark eyes , and looked at her for a moment as if in recogni- tion , afterwards resuming the usual vacant look pecu- liar to new - born infants ...
... arms , that , contrary to all prece- dent and laws of nature , it opened wide its great dark eyes , and looked at her for a moment as if in recogni- tion , afterwards resuming the usual vacant look pecu- liar to new - born infants ...
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... arm , and , in stern reproachful tones , said— " Catherine O'Neile ! let me hear no more of this . Go home , and say your prayers , till your mind becomes steadier . To - morrow , at ten , I shall be in the con- fessional . Now God be ...
... arm , and , in stern reproachful tones , said— " Catherine O'Neile ! let me hear no more of this . Go home , and say your prayers , till your mind becomes steadier . To - morrow , at ten , I shall be in the con- fessional . Now God be ...
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... arm within his , and led him through the long suite of brilliantly - lighted rooms , till they arrived at the last , which seemed less frequented than those they had just passed through . She sank down upon one of the cushioned ottomans ...
... arm within his , and led him through the long suite of brilliantly - lighted rooms , till they arrived at the last , which seemed less frequented than those they had just passed through . She sank down upon one of the cushioned ottomans ...
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... arms about her , and calling madly for her boy . All stood there silent and awe - stricken , afraid to ask what it all meant , till Catherine spoke- " In the name of heaven , let some one help me to take the child from under the horse ...
... arms about her , and calling madly for her boy . All stood there silent and awe - stricken , afraid to ask what it all meant , till Catherine spoke- " In the name of heaven , let some one help me to take the child from under the horse ...
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... arm . Without delaying an instant , she placed the child in the arms of its mother , begging of her to keep it perfectly still , till she should return with the doctor . Then , with a quick firm step , and betraying no emotion , except ...
... arm . Without delaying an instant , she placed the child in the arms of its mother , begging of her to keep it perfectly still , till she should return with the doctor . Then , with a quick firm step , and betraying no emotion , except ...
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Page 17 - THE DAY IS DONE. THE day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, 'That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 10 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
Page 63 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 195 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Page 47 - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore ; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
Page 63 - No more thy glassy brook reflects the day, But, choked with sedges, works its weedy way. Along thy glades, a solitary guest, The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest; Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires their echoes with unvaried cries. Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all, And the long grass o'ertops the mouldering wall; And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler's hand, Far, far away, thy children leave the land.
Page 175 - That in the antique Oratory shook His bosom in its solitude ; and then — As in that hour— a moment o'er his face The tablet of unutterable thoughts Was traced...
Page 142 - Yet, all its sad recollections suppressing, One dying wish my lone bosom can draw : Erin ! an exile bequeaths thee his blessing ! Land of my forefathers ! Erin go bragh ! Buried and cold, when my heart stills her motion, Green be thy fields, — sweetest isle of the ocean ! And thy harp-striking bards sing aloud with devotion, — Erin mavournin — Erin go bragh !* * Ireland my darling,— Ireland for ever.
Page 126 - But the old mansion, and the accustom'd hall, And the remember'd chambers, and the place, The day, the hour, the sunshine, and the shade, All things pertaining to that place and hour, And her who was his destiny, came back And thrust themselves between him and the light : What business had they there at such a time?
Page 250 - Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh!