Doreen: The Story of a SingerLongmans, Green and Company, 1894 - 496 páginas |
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asked Aunt Garth Bernard Street better Biarritz Bride Castle Karey Chief Secretary child Coercion Act cried dear delight Dermot Donal Moore Donati door Doreen O'Ryan dreadful Dublin Espérance evicted eyes face Farrant father feel Fenian rising Ferrier Firdale Foxell Foxell's friends girl glad glance Glendalough God save Ireland Goody hand happy hear heard heart hope Ireland Irish John Desmond Kilbeggan Kilmainham kindly knew Land League Larry laughing look Lough Lee Madame De Berg Madame St Max Hereford Michael mind Miriam Miss O'Ryan Mollie Monkton Verney morning mother never night once passed poor prison realized replied RIDER HAGGARD Sardoni seemed Shelbourne sing singer smiling song sort speak stood story sure sweet talk tell thing thought told trouble turned Uncle Garth voice waiting walked whole wish woman wonder words
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Página 7 - She Is Far from the Land She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her, sighing: But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying!
Página 203 - Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca ! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace.
Página 465 - To the humblest and the weakest, neath the all-beholding sun, That wrong is also done to us ; and they are slaves most base, Whose love of right is for themselves, and not for all their race.
Página 287 - I will be master of what is mine own. She is my goods, my chattels; she is my house, My household stuff, my field, my barn, My horse, my ox, my ass, my anything...
Página 168 - If thoughts, not idle, while before me flow The armies of the homeless and unfed — If these are yours, if this is what you are, Then am I yours, and what you feel, I share.
Página 29 - Tis now the very witching time of night When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. Now could I drink hot blood, And do such bitter business as the day Would quake to look on.