The Quakri at Lurgan

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J.N. Richardson, 1899 - Lurgan (Northern Ireland) - 160 pages
 

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Page 153 - THE BORROWER WILL BE CHARGED AN OVERDUE FEE IF THIS BOOK 18 NOT RETURNED TO THE LIBRARY ON OR BEFORE THE LAST DATE STAMPED BELOW. NON-RECEIPT OF OVERDUE NOTICES DOES NOT EXEMPT THE BORROWER FROM OVERDUE FEES. I...
Page 41 - And in the nights of winter, When the cold north winds blow, And the long howling of the wolves Is heard amidst the snow ; When round the lonely cottage Roars loud the tempest's din, And the good logs of Algidus Roar louder yet within...
Page 128 - Now, by your children's cradles, now by your fathers' graves, Be men to-day, Quirites, or be for ever slaves ! For this did Servius give us laws ? For this did Lucrece bleed ? For this was the great vengeance wrought on Tarquin's evil seed ? For this did those false sons make red the axes of their sire ? For this did...
Page 106 - Change and decay in all around I see : O Thou that changest not, abide with me...
Page 7 - But first in age and order, Amid that gallant van, Jon-Grobo Richardsonius Marched on to lead his clan ; And Jana, his good consort Came by her spouse to bide, With an endless train of daughters fair, Close by their mother's side.
Page 19 - Where humbly at her spindle Poor Erin's daughter sings, And where the flying shuttles weave The table-cloths of kings, Where'er the red gold floweth His coffers high to fill, His name is found, both sure and sound, At back of banker's bill ; Yea, in the mart of commerce Well is Josephus known : On " Fridays " is his chair of state Approached like monarch's throne.
Page 149 - Adventurous toilers climb, " And round his mighty base do wade " Knee deep in fern and thyme, " Yet when they near the summit, " Where winter's whirlwinds blow, " Do mark the gnarled and rugged stems " Which round that summit grow : " So at the Ancient Manner " Be slow to jest or jeer, " Wait till your heads have also borne
Page 110 - Coriolanus' pride — How the dark maids of Carthage Shore tast their raven hair So that their lovers in the fight No stringless bows should bear. Thus in the hour of peril Their toil to cheer and share Wilsonia of the silver tongue Stood 'mid the Liberals there. Alas — she may but sojourn Alas — she cannot stay, Shame on ye — Youths...

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