The Oscotian, or literary gazette of St. Mary's |
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... young aspirants to literary character , and the circulation , was confined to those connected with the establishment . The managers and writers were all youthful and inexperienced ; and if the critic should be inclined to object to the ...
... young aspirants to literary character , and the circulation , was confined to those connected with the establishment . The managers and writers were all youthful and inexperienced ; and if the critic should be inclined to object to the ...
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... young chieftain of Tyrconnel , by his devotion to the calls of his country , had proved himself not unworthy of the fame , which from ear- liest time , had ever sat upon the crest of his pro- genitors . The heroes of 1648 had risen to ...
... young chieftain of Tyrconnel , by his devotion to the calls of his country , had proved himself not unworthy of the fame , which from ear- liest time , had ever sat upon the crest of his pro- genitors . The heroes of 1648 had risen to ...
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... young sparks united arm in arm by the fascinating charms of friendly chat . I heard the subject of their talk , and discovered that they were wishing for the world . " Ah , " observed one of them , " I wish I was out of this ! " " And I ...
... young sparks united arm in arm by the fascinating charms of friendly chat . I heard the subject of their talk , and discovered that they were wishing for the world . " Ah , " observed one of them , " I wish I was out of this ! " " And I ...
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... young DUKE OF GLOUCESTER . DUKE G. Oh best of fathers , how I tremble now ! Did I not hear you speak , and cry for help ? Oh , my dear Sire , I had a dream to - night ,! Which did so frighten me , I thought I never Again should speak or ...
... young DUKE OF GLOUCESTER . DUKE G. Oh best of fathers , how I tremble now ! Did I not hear you speak , and cry for help ? Oh , my dear Sire , I had a dream to - night ,! Which did so frighten me , I thought I never Again should speak or ...
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... young blood run cold , Of devils , hags , beldames and witches ! Red - hot I'm just come from the regions below , My name and my nature , young man , would'st thou know , I'm the Ghost of a big pair of Breeches .. Years three - score ...
... young blood run cold , Of devils , hags , beldames and witches ! Red - hot I'm just come from the regions below , My name and my nature , young man , would'st thou know , I'm the Ghost of a big pair of Breeches .. Years three - score ...
Términos y frases comunes
agitated emotions beam beheld beneath blast blaze blood blush bosom Boyne Water breast breath bright brow Brummagem Carthy cast character cheek cloud dark death Dermod devotion discovered DOBBINS echo Editor Eva Mc falchion fancy fate fear feelings gaze genius Glengarriff gloom glory glowing hand head heart Heaven hero honour hope hour hurried Innisfail Irish Jack Straw JONAS BRANDY KIMBOLTON light look Marculfe mind Molai morning mortal mountain murder Muse neath never night O'Donnell o'er OSCOTIAN Oscott Oscott College passed patriotism Playday pleasure PLEON poniard Pository pride racter recollections roll round Sarmatia scarcely scene seemed sigh Sir Thady sleep slumbering smile song sorrow soul sound sounds of music spirit tale tear Templars thee Theobald Wolfe Tone thing thou THRIFTY tion tomb Tyrconnel valour vengeance voice wandering wave weeping Wexford whilst youth
Pasajes populares
Página 124 - Oh, ever thus, from childhood's hour, I've seen my fondest hopes decay ; I never loved a tree or flower But 'twas the first to fade away ; I never nursed a dear gazelle, To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die.
Página 143 - Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are whom these cannot estrange: Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone.
Página 124 - twas the first to fade away. I never nursed a dear gazelle. To glad me with its soft black eye, But when it came to know me well, And love me, it was sure to die ! Now too — the joy most like divine Of all I ever dreamt or knew. To see thee, hear thee, call thee mine, — Oh, misery! must I lose that too? Yet go — on peril's brink we meet ; — Those frightful rocks — that treacherous sea — No, never come again — though sweet, Though heaven, it may be death to thee.
Página 395 - Once more upon the waters ! yet once more ! And the waves bound beneath me as a steed That knows his rider.
Página 30 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Página 98 - The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head, With his own tongue still edifies his ears, And always list'ning to himself appears. All books he reads, and all he reads assails, From Dryden's Fables down to Durfey's Tales.
Página 190 - Some are bewilder'd in the maze of schools, And some made coxcombs Nature meant but fools. In search of wit these lose their common sense, And then turn critics in their own defence : Each burns alike, who can, or cannot write, Or with a rival's or an eunuch's spite.
Página 328 - My task is done — my song hath ceased — my theme Has died into an echo ; it is fit The spell should break of this protracted dream. The torch shall be extinguished which hath lit My midnight lamp — and what is writ, is writ ; — Would it were worthier...
Página 56 - Hope smiles, joy springs, and though cold caution pause And weave delay, the better hour is near That shall remunerate thy toils severe By peace for Afric, fenced with British laws. Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love From all the just on earth, and all the blest above.
Página 233 - Come hither, come hither — by night and by day, We linger in pleasures that never are gone ; Like the waves of the summer, as one dies away, Another as sweet and as shining comes on. And the love that is o'er, in expiring gives birth To a new one as warm, as unequall'd in bliss ; And oh ! if there be an elysium on earth, It is this, it is this.