Lady-Bird: A Tale, Bind 1Tauchnitz, 1853 - 326 sider |
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Side 24
... talk so much , would be brighter to me than the finest day at Lifford Grange . " " It makes me sad to hear you speak in that way of your home . " " My home ! " ( O ! " the world of dreary gloom that rose in the shadowy depths of those ...
... talk so much , would be brighter to me than the finest day at Lifford Grange . " " It makes me sad to hear you speak in that way of your home . " " My home ! " ( O ! " the world of dreary gloom that rose in the shadowy depths of those ...
Side 25
... talk like one ; no , nor like the very young girl that you are . How do you come to know and to wish for all these things ? I have seen more of the world than you have , but they have scarcely entered into my thoughts . " " Books , Mary ...
... talk like one ; no , nor like the very young girl that you are . How do you come to know and to wish for all these things ? I have seen more of the world than you have , but they have scarcely entered into my thoughts . " " Books , Mary ...
Side 31
... talk nonsense about it . I can be at times more serious than you would suppose . " Mary took Gertrude's hand , and kissed it affec- tionately . Both remained silent a few instants , and then the latter exclaimed , " It is so trying to ...
... talk nonsense about it . I can be at times more serious than you would suppose . " Mary took Gertrude's hand , and kissed it affec- tionately . Both remained silent a few instants , and then the latter exclaimed , " It is so trying to ...
Side 33
... talk to me . I sometimes wish to be more attentive to her , but I do not know how to set about it . As to Father Lifford , I don't think he likes me much ; Edgar is his favourite , because he is such a good boy . He is always finding ...
... talk to me . I sometimes wish to be more attentive to her , but I do not know how to set about it . As to Father Lifford , I don't think he likes me much ; Edgar is his favourite , because he is such a good boy . He is always finding ...
Side 34
... talking of theology , or morality , or history , or geography , but of other things which I have read , thought , and made up my mind , about , and which he will not even discuss , or allow that they admit of argument . I dare not speak ...
... talking of theology , or morality , or history , or geography , but of other things which I have read , thought , and made up my mind , about , and which he will not even discuss , or allow that they admit of argument . I dare not speak ...
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admiration Adrien d'Arberg amongst amused answered asked Audley Park beauty birds called charm cheek child Christina of Sweden clever colour Crofton dear delight dream Edgar ejaculated excitement exclaimed eyes face fancy Father Lifford favourite feel felt flowers fly away home genius Gertrude Gertrude's girl hand happy hear heard heart heartsease Heaven hope imagination Italy kind knew Lady Clara Lady Roslyn Lady-Bird laughed lessons Lifford Grange lived looked maid Mamma manner Mark Apley marriage Mary Mary Grey Mary's Maurice Redmond mean ment mind Miss Apley Miss Lifford mother never nosegay once parterre passion perhaps pianoforte play pleasure racter rose seemed silent sitting smile sort soul speak spirit Stonehouseleigh strange suffering suppose sweet talk tell thee thing thought turned voice walked water-cresses window wish Woodlands words young
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Side 200 - For a' that, and a' that, Their dignities, and a' that, The pith o' sense, and pride o' worth, Are higher ranks than a' that. Then let us pray that come it may, As come it will for a' that, That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth, May bear the gree, and a' that. For a
Side 60 - With goddess-like demeanour forth she went, Not unattended ; for on her, as queen, A pomp of winning graces waited still, And from about her shot darts of desire Into all eyes, to wish her still in sight.
Side 20 - High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls, The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ; The nettles on your hearth shall grow ! Dead, as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away ! away to Athunree ! Where, downward when the sun shall fall, The raven's wing shall be your pall ! And not a vassal shall unlace...
Side 94 - Tis amazement more than love, Which her radiant eyes do move : If less splendour wait on thine, Yet they so benignly shine, I would turn my dazzled sight To behold their milder light. But as hard 'tis to destroy That high flame, as to enjoy: Which how...
Side 216 - Stood on my feet; about me round I saw Hill, dale, and shady woods, and sunny plains, And liquid lapse of murmuring streams; by these, Creatures that lived and moved, and walked or flew, Birds on the branches warbling; all things smiled; 266 With fragrance and with joy my heart o'erflowed.
Side 20 - Each hand down pow'rless fell, And go to Athunree !* I cried, High lift the banner of your pride ! But know that where its sheet unrolls The weight of blood is on your souls ! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern ! Men shall no more your mansion know ! The nettles on your hearth shall grow I Dead as the green oblivious flood, That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood ! Away...
Side 235 - She floated o'er life like a noontide breeze Or cradled vapour on sunny seas, Or an exquisite cloud in light arrayed, Which sails through the sky, and can throw no shade; She cared for no sympathy — living in throngs Of her own sunny thoughts and her mute inward songs.
Side 19 - Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, And saw at dawn the lofty bawn Of Castle-Connor fade. Sweet was to us the hermitage Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore ; Like birds all joyous from the cage, For man's neglect we loved it more, And well he knew, my huntsman dear, To search the game with hawk and spear ; While I, his evening food to dress, Would sing to him in happiness.
Side 18 - Oh, come with me : Our bark is on the lake, behold Our steeds are fasten'd to the tree. Come far from Castle-Connor's clans : Come with thy belted forestere, And I, beside the lake of swans, Shall hunt for thee the fallow-deer ; And build thy hut, and bring thee home The wild-fowl and the honey-comb ; And berries from the wood provide, And play my clarshech* by thy side. Then come, my love...
Side 216 - I cast aside my eye, And saw a medlar-tree was planted nigh : The spreading branches made a goodly show, And full of opening blooms was every bough.