Neal Malone, and Other Tales of Ireland, Band 2

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E. L. Carey & A. Hart, 1839
 

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Seite 145 - They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds: Your heads must come To the cold tomb; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet, and blossom in their dust.
Seite 131 - There is nothing within the whole compass of existence, within the whole circle of human enjoyment, equal to the intense charm of love that awakens the heart to its own susceptibilities, before the fulness of manhood darkens, by its stronger passions, the purity of simple affection. There is in first love an ideality which engages the higher faculties of the imagination, and keeps the object of our affection far above the reach of our lower thoughts. Subsequent attachments may be stronger, but it...
Seite 107 - God's own Spirit we shall both be purified. It is the desire of my soul to seek a better country, where God shall wipe away all tears from the eyes of his people ; and where, looking back upon the ways by which he has led us, we shall be filled with everlasting wonder, love, and praise.
Seite 70 - Yet so it happens, and ever will happen, until the grappling irons of this power are broken, and our peasantry taught to think and act like men whom God has formed for nobler ends than to be the contented slaves of a subtle and ambitious class, who hang upon every religious and political movement among nations, to watch those moments in which they may confirm their authority over mankind.
Seite 70 - What man, what husband, possessing spirit or affection for his wife, would permit her to become a butt for the insolence and ignorance of a bigotted and illiterate priest?
Seite 140 - Derrygola?" There was a meaning in his tone and manner that could not be misunderstood. Eveleen trembled more and more; her hand was still in his, and he felt her tremors. He waited a moment for her reply; but on finding that she gave none, he looked into her face, and perceived that she was in tears. " Eveleen," said he, " you are sorry !" " I would rather," said she, " that you had still staid in Derrygola.
Seite 53 - Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it.
Seite 141 - Fergus, dear,' she murmured, as with a gentle effort she withdrew herself, ' let me home. You know enough now. We'll both be happy, whether we're with one another or not. Good night. Don't forget Eveleen, as I, before God, won't forget you.
Seite 128 - They saw no storms around them, for their . souls were at peace with the world, with themselves, and with each other. Their existence was a radiant calm, like the opening of a bright morning, when all nature is clothed with a sparkling and dewy light, the sky cloudless, the earth green, and the groves vocal with living music." What doubly enhances the charm of this sweet passage (and in this respect it is a prototype of the whole story) is the consciousness, which forces itself on us with the strength...
Seite 162 - Having uttered these words, she stooped again and kissed them. " Eveleen, life of my heart!" exclaimed Fergus, "won't you speak to him that is heart-broken, because you are not with him." She looked upon him with a smile of melancholy affection, approached his bed, and said, in a calm solemn voice : — " Fergus dear, I am not angry with you. You are heart-broken; but you will soon be with me.

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