The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5,Parte 1W. B. Kelly, 1855 |
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... young ! his childhood has passed away without a single childish reminiscence he is initiated in the gin glass almost from his mother's milk , he lives with the prac- tised vices and is pinched with the true misery of grown up men . And ...
... young ! his childhood has passed away without a single childish reminiscence he is initiated in the gin glass almost from his mother's milk , he lives with the prac- tised vices and is pinched with the true misery of grown up men . And ...
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... Young returns to his engagement , in about six weeks . The stage apart for a moment , pleasant little matters are recurring elsewhere . Our publishers , being highly pleased with the matter now in progress , engage liberal terms ...
... Young returns to his engagement , in about six weeks . The stage apart for a moment , pleasant little matters are recurring elsewhere . Our publishers , being highly pleased with the matter now in progress , engage liberal terms ...
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... young men , the one a shopman to his father , planning his scenes by day whilst attend- ing to his business duties , and stealing his leisure from the night ; the other , a hard - worked literary man - one who , as he said himself ...
... young men , the one a shopman to his father , planning his scenes by day whilst attend- ing to his business duties , and stealing his leisure from the night ; the other , a hard - worked literary man - one who , as he said himself ...
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... young adventurers on a world of temptation , was a most reverend looking priest - with long white hairs , who to my knowledge , is one of the most zealous , virtuous , simple - minded men alive . My dear Michael , as I looked on , the ...
... young adventurers on a world of temptation , was a most reverend looking priest - with long white hairs , who to my knowledge , is one of the most zealous , virtuous , simple - minded men alive . My dear Michael , as I looked on , the ...
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... young man must be who , with not one hundredth part of the advantages of education that he ( Tom ) had in his power , could yet so distinguish himself as to cause this kind of tribute of respect to be paid to his father . I have not ...
... young man must be who , with not one hundredth part of the advantages of education that he ( Tom ) had in his power , could yet so distinguish himself as to cause this kind of tribute of respect to be paid to his father . I have not ...
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Página 574 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird, or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! 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!
Página 574 - Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!— prophet still, if bird or devil! — Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this Home by Horror haunted — tell me truly I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? tell me — tell me, I implore!
Página 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!
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 576 - But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we — Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
Página 579 - And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays; Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might, •An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Página 579 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
Página 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.
Página 201 - O what a glory doth this world put on For him who, with a fervent heart, goes forth Under the bright and glorious sky, and looks On duties well performed, and days well spent ! For him the wind, ay, and the yellow leaves Shall have a voice, and give him eloquent teachings, He shall so hear the solemn hymn, that Death Has lifted up for all, that he shall go To his long resting-place without a tear.