The Story of an Orange Lodge: A Chronicle of Dublin. Dedicated to the Orangemen of IrelandMcGlashan, 1864 - 215 страница |
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... able to dispose of his two dozen tumblers of whiskey punch , or his third bottle of port , and after- wards get safely and steadily home , was considered a fine , dashing fellow , while the unfortunate wight who could not swallow a ...
... able to dispose of his two dozen tumblers of whiskey punch , or his third bottle of port , and after- wards get safely and steadily home , was considered a fine , dashing fellow , while the unfortunate wight who could not swallow a ...
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... able to adduce ar- guments and reasons for the principles he had adopted , with which his father was entirely unable to cope . The cruel fact could now no longer be denied . William Nassau Gustavus Adolphus Elliott , the only -son and ...
... able to adduce ar- guments and reasons for the principles he had adopted , with which his father was entirely unable to cope . The cruel fact could now no longer be denied . William Nassau Gustavus Adolphus Elliott , the only -son and ...
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... able to build up a wall of brass that would effectually shut out from his memory the present and the past . But might he not retrace the path to virtue , and forget the past in the future ? Yes , he would try and do so . A great living ...
... able to build up a wall of brass that would effectually shut out from his memory the present and the past . But might he not retrace the path to virtue , and forget the past in the future ? Yes , he would try and do so . A great living ...
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... able to restrain himself from breaking into peals of laughter . But there was another person seated at the table , vis a vis to the doctor , at sight of whom their astonishment was increased tenfold ; for he was none other than the ...
... able to restrain himself from breaking into peals of laughter . But there was another person seated at the table , vis a vis to the doctor , at sight of whom their astonishment was increased tenfold ; for he was none other than the ...
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... able to gaze with delight On their garden , that bloomed like their neighbour's , Tom White And their children grew up to rejoice with each other That their fathers became unto each like a brother , When their feuds and their quarrels ...
... able to gaze with delight On their garden , that bloomed like their neighbour's , Tom White And their children grew up to rejoice with each other That their fathers became unto each like a brother , When their feuds and their quarrels ...
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Alderman Elliott amongst asked Barber Surgeons bigot bless Bob Coates Boyne Boyne water Bravo brethren Brother Catherine cause character Christian Church Coates's companions continued Elliott Crawley daughter David Elliott dear delight Dempsey Doctor O'Flynn drink Dublin exclaimed eyes fact Father O'Flynn feelings Flooker Gentlemen Grand Lodge Guild hand happy hear heart hero honour indulge Ireland Irish Jack Robinson Kate Kate Lonergan King Billy's cordial King William labour lillibulero look lovers loyal loyalty marriage means ment mother never night numbers O'Flaherty occasion old Coates old fellow once Orange Lodge Orangeman Papist party Protestantism Purple Arch religion religious remarks replied returned Coates returned the alderman reverence River Boyne Rody Roman Catholic Scarlet Banner seat sincere sion song soul there's thought tion toast Toby Jenkins Tom White true truth Whackimwell whole Widow Lonergan wife woman young Elliott young famale young fellow
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Страница 54 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Страница 20 - Ah me! for aught that ever I could read. Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood; Her.
Страница 191 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Страница 194 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Страница 46 - I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear? and discourse fustian with one's own shadow?
Страница 142 - The glorious, pious and immortal memory of the great and good King William — not forgetting Oliver Cromwell, who assisted in redeeming us from Popery, slavery, arbitrary power, brass money and wooden shoes.
Страница 97 - I know thee not, old man : fall to thy prayers ; How ill white hairs become a fool and jester ! I have long dream'd of such a kind of man, So surfeit-swell'd, so old, and so profane ; But, being awake, I do despise my dream.
Страница 108 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me...
Страница 194 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Страница 172 - Do you hear, let them be well used, for they are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time : after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.