Irish Wit and Humor: Classified Under Appropriate Subject Headings, With, in Many Cases, a Reference to a Table of AuthorsG. W. Jacobs, 1898 - 233 oldal |
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67. oldal - Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary, Beginning to cry: For my father he loves me so dearly, He'll never consent I should go — If you talk to my father," says Mary, "He'll surely say, 'No.
157. oldal - The mornin' was bright, an' the mists rose on high, An' the lark whistled merrily in the clear sky; But why are the men standin' idle so late? An' why do the crowds gather fast in the street? What come they to talk of? what come they to see? An' why does the long rope hang from the cross-tree?
154. oldal - An' happy remembrances crowding on ever, As fast as the foam-flakes dhrift down on the river, Bringing fresh to his heart merry days long gone by, Till the tears gathered heavy and thick in his eye. But the tears didn't fall, for the pride of his heart Would not suffer one drop down his pale cheek to start ; An...
221. oldal - That is more," said Said Swift, " than I can say ; I never remember any " weather that was not too hot, or too cold ; too wet, " or too dry ; but, however God Almighty contrives " it, at the end of the year tis all very well.
156. oldal - An' that now for her sake I am ready to die." Then the silence was great, and the jury smiled bright, An...
153. oldal - An' because they loved Erin, an' scorned to sell it, A prey for the bloodhound, a mark for the bullet— Unsheltered by night, and unrested by day, With the heath for their barrack, revenge for their pay; An' the bravest an' hardiest boy iv them all Was SHAMUS O'BRIEN, from the town iv Glingall.
219. oldal - This husband of yours would fain have palmed a fine lady upon me, all dressed out in silks, and in the pink of the mode, for his wife, but I was not to be taken in so." He then laid hold of young master's fine laced hat ; with his penknife ripped off the lace, and folding it up in several papers, thrust it into the fire.
110. oldal - Andy did as he was desired; and he happened at the time to hold the bottle of soda-water on a level with the candles that shed light over the festive board from a large silver branch, and the moment he made the incision, bang went the bottle of soda, knocking out two of the lights with the projected cork, which, performing its parabola the length of the room, struck the squire himself in the eye at the foot of the table: while the hostess at the head had a cold bath down her back. Andy, when he saw...
33. oldal - Curran was engaged in a legal argument ; behind him stood his colleague, a gentleman whose person was remarkably tall and slender, and who had originally intended to take orders. The judge observing that the case under discussion involved a question of ecclesiastical law — " Then," said Curran, " I can refer your lordship to a high authority behind me, who was once intended for the church, though in my opinion he was fitter for the steeple.
153. oldal - An' for all that he wasn't an ugly young bye, For the divil himself couldn't blaze with his eye So droll an' so wicked, so dark and so bright, Like a fire-flash that crosses the depth of the night! An...