The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volume 88W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1876 |
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... looked forth upon the ancient de- fences beneath , my thoughts re- verted to those times when mailed chieftain and half - naked kerne con- tended for mastery in these halls , and the shout of " St. George ' was answered by the Lamb ...
... looked forth upon the ancient de- fences beneath , my thoughts re- verted to those times when mailed chieftain and half - naked kerne con- tended for mastery in these halls , and the shout of " St. George ' was answered by the Lamb ...
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... 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 like horns , and added to the 1876. ] 47 History of the Munster Circuit .
... 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 like horns , and added to the 1876. ] 47 History of the Munster Circuit .
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A Literary and Political Journal. These locks looked like horns , and added to the combative expression of his countenance . He was fiery in his nature , excessively spirited , and ejaculated , rather than spoke , to an audience ; his ...
A Literary and Political Journal. These locks looked like horns , and added to the combative expression of his countenance . He was fiery in his nature , excessively spirited , and ejaculated , rather than spoke , to an audience ; his ...
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... looked at the speaker very haught- ily as he replied , " I have no powder given me to sell . " " Then perhaps you'd buy some for me ? " " I have no time to do your er- rands , " he said , turning away . Grady returned rather crestfallen ...
... looked at the speaker very haught- ily as he replied , " I have no powder given me to sell . " " Then perhaps you'd buy some for me ? " " I have no time to do your er- rands , " he said , turning away . Grady returned rather crestfallen ...
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... looked out upon the court - yard . Notwith- standing the intimation as to there being no necessity for evening dress , I thought it proper to get my black coat out of my trunk . I was in my shirt - sleeves and busy unpacking my things ...
... looked out upon the court - yard . Notwith- standing the intimation as to there being no necessity for evening dress , I thought it proper to get my black coat out of my trunk . I was in my shirt - sleeves and busy unpacking my things ...
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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.