The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 88W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1876 |
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... face puckered with a smile as he re- plied , " Why , then , counsellor , ' pon my conscience I can't say , for I was not here at the last Assizes . " The dinners , however , were , as a rule , well served , and the famous Limerick ...
... face puckered with a smile as he re- plied , " Why , then , counsellor , ' pon my conscience I can't say , for I was not here at the last Assizes . " The dinners , however , were , as a rule , well served , and the famous Limerick ...
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... face was bold , menacing , and scornful in its expression . He had stamped upon him the defiance and resolution of a pugilist . Upon either temple there stood erect a lock of hair , which no brush could smooth down . These locks looked ...
... face was bold , menacing , and scornful in its expression . He had stamped upon him the defiance and resolution of a pugilist . Upon either temple there stood erect a lock of hair , which no brush could smooth down . These locks looked ...
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... face elicited a hearty cheer . " See , boys , " he cried , " what I have for you . The owner of the superfine wig has walked off with my fee . " Shouts of laughter re- sounded as O'Connell flung the head - gear among the Cork boys , who ...
... face elicited a hearty cheer . " See , boys , " he cried , " what I have for you . The owner of the superfine wig has walked off with my fee . " Shouts of laughter re- sounded as O'Connell flung the head - gear among the Cork boys , who ...
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... face might have been that of a wax - figure . After having unloosed her , her companion spoke to her in a low voice , and very re- spectfully , but she seemed to pay no attention to him . Then he turned towards the attendants and made ...
... face might have been that of a wax - figure . After having unloosed her , her companion spoke to her in a low voice , and very re- spectfully , but she seemed to pay no attention to him . Then he turned towards the attendants and made ...
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... face to face with a tall handsome young man in a Bokhara dressing - gown , and with a Turkish pipe in his hand . " I have come to apologize to you for my reception of such a distinguished guest , " he said ; am Count Szémioth . " 66 I ...
... face to face with a tall handsome young man in a Bokhara dressing - gown , and with a Turkish pipe in his hand . " I have come to apologize to you for my reception of such a distinguished guest , " he said ; am Count Szémioth . " 66 I ...
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Page 314 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his droop'd head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 660 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 275 - Unto the church of God which is at Corinth, to them that are sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints, with all that in every place call upon the name of Jesus Christ our Lord, both theirs and ours: 3 Grace be unto you, and peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ.
Page 517 - Stuarts' throne; The bigots of the iron time Had called his harmless art a crime. A wandering Harper, scorned and poor, He begged his bread from door to door, And tuned, to please a peasant's ear, The harp a king had loved to hear.
Page 89 - My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
Page 90 - Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 89 - Pray can I not, Though inclination be as sharp as will: My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent; And, like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect. What if this cursed hand Were thicker than itself with brother's blood, Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens To wash it white as snow? Whereto serves mercy But to confront the visage of offence?
Page 682 - Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.
Page 519 - Sae true his heart, sae smooth his speech, His breath like caller air; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again? And will I hear him speak? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like to greet!
Page 89 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law; but 'tis not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature, and we ourselves compell'd Even to the teeth and forehead of our faults To give in evidence.