The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, 20. kötetW. Curry, jun., and Company, 1842 |
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... beautiful ; they had all that fine pencilling of the eyebrow , that deep , square orbit , so characteristically Irish , and which gives an expression to the eye , what- ever be its colour , of inexpressible softness their voices , too ...
... beautiful ; they had all that fine pencilling of the eyebrow , that deep , square orbit , so characteristically Irish , and which gives an expression to the eye , what- ever be its colour , of inexpressible softness their voices , too ...
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... beautiful , equally lovely , yet will there be found one among the number , towards whom , without any assignable cause , more eyes are turn- ed , and more looks bent ; around whose chair more men are found to linger , and in whose ...
... beautiful , equally lovely , yet will there be found one among the number , towards whom , without any assignable cause , more eyes are turn- ed , and more looks bent ; around whose chair more men are found to linger , and in whose ...
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... beautiful treatment for bad blood - and maybe you're going to fight with pistols ; oh , murther , them dreadful things ! " " I begin to suspect , ” said the major , slily , " that Father Tom's afraid if you shoot Ulick , he'll never get ...
... beautiful treatment for bad blood - and maybe you're going to fight with pistols ; oh , murther , them dreadful things ! " " I begin to suspect , ” said the major , slily , " that Father Tom's afraid if you shoot Ulick , he'll never get ...
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... beautiful one ; and although the sheep lived in the parlour , and the cows were kept in the blue drawing - room , Darby Whaley slept in the boudoir , and two bull dogs and a buck goat kept house in the library— faith , upon the outside ...
... beautiful one ; and although the sheep lived in the parlour , and the cows were kept in the blue drawing - room , Darby Whaley slept in the boudoir , and two bull dogs and a buck goat kept house in the library— faith , upon the outside ...
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... beautiful little carpet , down he went fourteen feet into the hay at the bottom . I looked down after him for a minute or two , and then called out- " As I am doing the honours of Newgate , the least I could do was to show you the drop ...
... beautiful little carpet , down he went fourteen feet into the hay at the bottom . I looked down after him for a minute or two , and then called out- " As I am doing the honours of Newgate , the least I could do was to show you the drop ...
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337. oldal - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
436. oldal - When thou hast done, thou hast not done, For I have more. Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won Others to sin, and made my sins their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two, but wallowed in a score? When thou hast done, thou hast not done; For I have more.
112. oldal - Son of man shall come in his glory, and all the holy angels with him, then shall he sit upon the throne of his glory: and before him shall be gathered all nations : and he shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth his sheep from the goats: and he shall set the sheep on his right hand, but the goats on the left. Then shall the King say unto them on his right hand, Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world...
432. oldal - ... a preacher in earnest; weeping sometimes for his auditory, sometimes with them; always preaching to himself, like an angel from a cloud, but in none; carrying some, as St. Paul was, to heaven in holy raptures, and enticing others by a sacred art and courtship to amend their lives...
536. oldal - But this is that which will indeed dignify and exalt knowledge, if contemplation and action may be more nearly and straitly conjoined and united together than they have been; a conjunction like unto that of the two highest planets, Saturn, the planet of rest and contemplation, and Jupiter, the planet of civil society and action.
567. oldal - Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor...
436. oldal - Others to sin and made my sin their door? Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun A year or two but wallowed in a score? When thou hast done, thou hast not done. For I have more. I have a sin of fear that when I've spun My last thread I shall perish on the shore. But swear by thyself that at my death thy Son Shall shine as he shines now and heretofore. And having done that, thou hast done, I fear no more.
170. oldal - My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me. Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.
536. oldal - Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, " Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest...
622. oldal - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid; And now I feel, as well I may, Sweet Mary, thou art dead...