The Fortunes of Hector O'Halloran: And His Man Mark Antony O'Toole

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D. Appleton & Company, 1843 - 412 páginas

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Página 351 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Página 223 - Is thy face like thy mother's, my fair child ! Ada! sole daughter of my house and heart? When last I saw thy young blue eyes, they smiled, And then we parted, — not as now we part, But with a hope. — Awaking with a start, The waters heave around me; and on high The winds lift up their voices: I depart, Whither I know not; but the hour's gone by, When Albion's lessening shores could grieve or glad mine eye.
Página 100 - O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Even from the east to the west ! Emil.
Página 340 - Men of all sorts take a pride to gird at me : the brain of this foolish-compounded clay, man, is not able to invent any thing that tends to laughter*, more than I invent, or is invented on me : I am not only witty in myself, but the cause that wit is in other men.
Página 174 - Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me, Ne'er looked but on my back ; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
Página 191 - And marshal me to knavery: Let it work; For 'tis the sport, to have the engineer Hoist with his own petar...
Página 71 - And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight by the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait; Till, when nobody's dreaming of any such thing, That little Jackdaw hops off with the ring ! There's a cry and a shout, and a deuce of a rout...
Página 302 - Bring forth the horse !' — the horse was brought ; In truth he was a noble steed, A Tartar of the Ukraine breed, Who look'd as though the speed of thought Were in his limbs : but he was wild, Wild as the wild deer, and untaught, With spur and bridle Undefiled...
Página 43 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hairbreadth scapes i...
Página 315 - With ajl the excesses of plunder, they mingled the most degrading and horrible debauchery. Neither nobility of blood, nor the innocence of youth, nor the- tears of beauty, were respected. The licentiousness was cruel and boundless ; but it was inevitable in a savage war, in which sixteen different nations, opposite in their manners and their language, thought themselves at liberty to commit every crime, fully persuaded that all their disorders would be attributed to the nation alone*.

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