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Alderman Elliott amongst Anthony Blake asked Balaclava Villa Betsey bless Bob Coates Boyne water Bravo brethren brother Captain Kettledrum Cloonmore companions continued countenance Crawley Daniel O'Connell daughter David Elliott dear delight doctor exclaimed eyes fact father Father O'Flynn feeling Flooker Galway gentleman girl Grand Lodge Grayden hand happy hear heart hero honour Horace indulge Ireland Jack Robinson Jemima Kate lillibulero Lonergan looked loyalty ma'am marriage marry means mind mother never O'Flaherty O'Flynn occasion old Coates old fellow once Orange Orange Lodge Orangeman Papist partner person Pether poor possessed present Protestant Protestantism Puff punch Purple Arch religion remarked replied returned Blake returned the alderman Roman Catholic Scarlet Banner seat sure There's thought toast Toby Jenkins Tom White truth veteran Whaley widow wife William Nassau woman young Elliott young fellow young lady
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Page 145 - 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.
Page 262 - 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.
Page 117 - 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.
Page 220 - 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.
Page 264 - 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.
Page 191 - 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...
Page 117 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 245 - 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.
Page 182 - 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.
Page 241 - Thou'lt still be young for me. And as thy lips the tear-drop chase Which on my cheek they find, So hope shall steal away the trace Which sorrow leaves behind...