Florence Macarthy: An Irish Tale, 4. kötetHenry Colburn, 1819 |
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addressed agitated amazement amusement believe Bhan Tierna bon-ton Castle Macarthy castle of Dunore chair character charms Clancare's coloured Conway Crawley countenance Court Fitzadelm Daly dear Lady Dunore Denis O'Sullivan Dublin Dunore's election emotion extraordinary eyes favour feelings fever Fitz Fitzwalter Florence Macarthy friends gineral Glannacrime hand head heart honour interrupted Lady Ireland Irish Jemmy Bryan Lady Clan Lady Clancare Lady Georgina ladyship laugh look Lord Adelm Fitzadelm Lord Fitzadelm Lord Frederick Lord Ros Lord Rosbrin Madam marchioness Marquis of Dunore Miss Crawley Montenay murder neral never nore O'Leary O'Leary's O'Sullivan object observed occupied old Crawley Owny Padreen party passion paused person play plaze Pottinger racter romantic Rosalind round rush scene seat silence sion smile soger spirit stood story talents thing tion took turned Twiggle typhus fever vanity voice walter whigs woman young Crawley
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64. oldal - Sun his upward beam shoots against the dusky pole, pacing toward the other goal of his chamber in the East. Meanwhile welcome Joy and Feast, midnight Shout and Revelry, tipsy Dance and Jollity. Braid your locks with rosy twine, dropping odours, dropping wine.
230. oldal - Yea, even that which mischief meant most harm, Shall in the happy trial prove most glory : But evil on itself shall back recoil, And mix no more with goodness, when at last...
36. oldal - I recollected having looked over those tomes of absurdity and vagueness, of daring blasphemy, of affectation, of bad taste, bombast and nonsense, blunders, ignorance, jacobinism and falsehood, licentiousness and impiety, which it now seems are the effusions,' &c. ' Her impudent falsehoods and lies by implication, the impious jargon of this mad woman, this audacious worm.
131. oldal - I know you all, and will awhile uphold The unyok'd humour of your idleness : Yet herein will I imitate the sun, Who doth permit the base contagious clouds To smother up his beauty from the world, That, when he please again to be himself, Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at, By breaking through the foul and ugly mists Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
216. oldal - ve touch'd the highest point of all my greatness ; And from the full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting. I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more ! SHAKSPEARE.
38. oldal - Are you applying such language to a woman — to any woman ? "I — I — I was speaking, sir," said young Crawley, nearly sobered at once, and growing pale at this address, "that is, I was repeating the criticism of a celebrated periodical review, which may, perhaps, be deemed severe, but which is edited by men of the most
145. oldal - As half-form'd insects on the banks of Nile; Unfinish'd things, one knows not what to call, Their generation's so equivocal: To tell 'em, would a hundred tongues require, Or one vain wit's, that might a hundred tire.
65. oldal - A faery vision Of some gay creature of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow lives, And plays i' the plighted clouds ? No ;— it is the Beadle of St 's ! How Christmas and consolatory he looks ! How redolent of good cheer is he ! He is a cornu-copia, — an abundance ! What pudding-sleeves ! — what a collar, red and like a...
36. oldal - Very extraordinary, indeed," said Mr. Daly, " considering that with all these vices and faults they have been so read and bought, as to realize an independence for their author, and enable her to carry on a suit which has deprived the elder Mr. Crawley of his dear Clotnotty-jpy. It would at least appear, that in spite of professional criticism, the public are always with her.