Gaodhal, Volume 23M.J. Logan, 1904 - Ireland |
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... tion , of Henry Grattan . At the period of the insurrection in 1798 Celbridge Abbey was the residence of Colonel George Napier and his wife , Lady Sarah Napier , the sister of the Duchess of Leinster and of Lady Louisa Conolly , the ...
... tion , of Henry Grattan . At the period of the insurrection in 1798 Celbridge Abbey was the residence of Colonel George Napier and his wife , Lady Sarah Napier , the sister of the Duchess of Leinster and of Lady Louisa Conolly , the ...
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... tion . The library is on the ground floor , and the books are not visible , shut up as they are in low cases surmounted by busts and vases . As for the archives , which reach from the famous Constan- tinian donation to the question of ...
... tion . The library is on the ground floor , and the books are not visible , shut up as they are in low cases surmounted by busts and vases . As for the archives , which reach from the famous Constan- tinian donation to the question of ...
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... tion of his plan , sleep side by side in the " Statesmen's Aisle " of England's Great Valhalla ; and to complete the role of the statesmen most intimately associated with the Union , Gladstone , who endeavored to restore to Ireland her ...
... tion of his plan , sleep side by side in the " Statesmen's Aisle " of England's Great Valhalla ; and to complete the role of the statesmen most intimately associated with the Union , Gladstone , who endeavored to restore to Ireland her ...
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... tion were raised by the crowds ; and groaning and yelling raged outside dur- ing the whole of the funeral service . The feeling of the time with regard to Castlereagh is well expressed by the terrible lines of Shelley , written during ...
... tion were raised by the crowds ; and groaning and yelling raged outside dur- ing the whole of the funeral service . The feeling of the time with regard to Castlereagh is well expressed by the terrible lines of Shelley , written during ...
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... tion . Perhaps we ought not to object to her giving Cuchu- linn only one pupil in each eye , as is the case with ordi- nary mortals , instead of five pupils of different color which he possesses in the original story . Such a survival ...
... tion . Perhaps we ought not to object to her giving Cuchu- linn only one pupil in each eye , as is the case with ordi- nary mortals , instead of five pupils of different color which he possesses in the original story . Such a survival ...
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Page 142 - A state also of equality, wherein all the power and jurisdiction is reciprocal, no one having more than another ; there being nothing more evident than that creatures of the same species and rank, promiscuously born to all the same advantages of nature, and the use of the same faculties, should also be equal one amongst another without subordination or subjection...
Page 7 - All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Page 62 - He knelt, and leaning on the chair He prayed and fell asleep; And the moth-hour went from the fields, And stars began to peep. They slowly into millions grew, And leaves shook in the wind; And God covered the world with shade, And whispered to mankind. Upon the time of sparrow chirp When the moths came once more, The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor. "Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died, While I slept on the chair'?; He roused his horse out of its sleep, And rode with little care.
Page 29 - So she couldn't but choose to go off to the dancing. And now on the green the glad groups are seen, Each gay-hearted lad with the lass of his choosing; And Pat, without fail, leads out sweet Kitty Neil, — Somehow, when he asked, she ne'er thought of refusing. Now, Felix Magee puts his pipes to his knee, And with flourish so free sets each couple in motion; With a cheer and a bound, the...
Page 69 - Within her swelling bosom white. My Irish wife has golden hair, Apollo's harp had once such strings, Apollo's self might pause to hear Her bird-like carol when she sings. I would not give my Irish wife For all the dames of the Saxon land; I would not give my Irish wife For the Queen of France's hand...
Page 69 - Must bow before their ladies' grace. Take all my forfeited domain, I cannot wage with kinsmen strife — Take knightly gear and noble name, And I will keep my Irish wife. My Irish wife has clear...
Page 196 - Banim and Griffin are gone, and I will soon follow them - ultimus Romanorum, and after that will come a lull, an obscurity of perhaps half a century, when a new condition of civil society and a new phase of manners and habits among the people - for this is a transition state - may introduce new fields and new tastes for other writers...
Page 29 - Half the parish is there, and the dance is beginning. The sun is gone down, but the full harvest moon Shines sweetly and cool on the dew-whitened valley ; While all the air rings with the soft, loving things, Each little bird sings in the green shaded alley.
Page 62 - The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor. "Mavrone, mavrone! the man has died, While I slept on the chair"; He roused his horse out of its sleep, And rode with little care. He rode now as he never rode, By rocky lane and fen; The sick man's wife opened the door: "Father! you come again!" "And is the poor man dead?" he cried. "He died an hour ago," The old priest Peter Gilligan In grief swayed to and fro. "When you were gone, he turned and died As merry as a bird.
Page 206 - Trevor, and many honest gentlemen lying in the Newry, can witness that some old women of those parts used to make a fire in the fields, and divers little children driving out the cattle in the cold mornings, and coming thither to warm them, were by them surprised, killed, and eaten...