The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Volumen88W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1876 |
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... better order things exists now , and no attempt at molestation awaits the Queen's of judges on the Munster Circuit . The town of Tralee is picturesquely situated at the foot of a mountain range about a mile and a half from the bay . The ...
... better order things exists now , and no attempt at molestation awaits the Queen's of judges on the Munster Circuit . The town of Tralee is picturesquely situated at the foot of a mountain range about a mile and a half from the bay . The ...
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... better described than in the beautifully written ac- count of the Lee in the pages of the DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE , * the production of one whose writ- ings confer alike instruction by their learning , and delight by the grace and ...
... better described than in the beautifully written ac- count of the Lee in the pages of the DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE , * the production of one whose writ- ings confer alike instruction by their learning , and delight by the grace and ...
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... better , and went out for a walk in the garden ; I saw the light in your room , and yielded to an impulse of curiosity . I ought , of course , to have told you who I was , but the position was so ridiculous , I was ashamed , and ran ...
... better , and went out for a walk in the garden ; I saw the light in your room , and yielded to an impulse of curiosity . I ought , of course , to have told you who I was , but the position was so ridiculous , I was ashamed , and ran ...
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... better to try and cross the swamp even , " she said , in a low voice , than go to Dow- ghielly . " 66 " Dowghielly ! " said the Count , reddening . " What do you mean ? " A bad translation of professor . I could not fail to notice that ...
... better to try and cross the swamp even , " she said , in a low voice , than go to Dow- ghielly . " 66 " Dowghielly ! " said the Count , reddening . " What do you mean ? " A bad translation of professor . I could not fail to notice that ...
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... better than that of a horse . What do you think ? " And he burst out laughing , but the laughter was not good to hear . I bid him good - bye in order next morning to continue my researches in the north of the palatinate . VII . THESE ...
... better than that of a horse . What do you think ? " And he burst out laughing , but the laughter was not good to hear . I bid him good - bye in order next morning to continue my researches in the north of the palatinate . VII . THESE ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 89 - My words fly up, my thoughts remain below : Words, without thoughts, never to heaven go.
Página 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?
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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!
Página 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.