Rory O'MoreR. Bentley, 1837 - Ireland |
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Page 256 - one half of the world does not know how the other half lives.
Page 300 - I'll tend thee, I'll love thee the best, And you'll say there's no land like the land of the West ! The south has its roses, and bright skies of blue, But ours are more sweet with love's own changeful hue — Half sunshine, half tears, like the girl I love best...
Page 49 - ... my hand a'most, it was so light. ' Phew ! ' says I, ' what sort of a stick is this ? ' 'I tell you it's not a stick, but a cane,' says he. ' Faith ! I b'lieve you,' says I. ' You see how good and light it is,
Page 51 - Well, pick out the heaviest o' them you plaze,' says he; 'take your choice.' So I wint pokin' and rummagin' among thim, and, if you believe me, there wasn'ta stick in their whole shop worth a kick in the shins — divil a one ! " " But why did you require such a heavy stick for the priest ? " " Bekase there is not a man in the parish wants it more,
Page 50 - ... I never was so surprised in my life. I thought to get a good, brave handful of a solid stick, but, my dear, it was well it didn't fly out o' my hand a'most, it was so light.
Page 38 - ve got for you," said Rory. " Oh, that straw will soon be sopped with rain, and then we 'll be as badly off as before." " But it's not on sthraw I'm depindin'," said Rory ; " look at this !" and he brandished one of the gridirons. " I have heard of stopping the tide with a pitchfork," said the traveller, smiling, " but never of keeping out rain with a gridiron.
Page 233 - O'More with that said, it wasn't me at all, but the misthriss wanted it (Mrs. Finnegan, I mane). "And what would Mrs. Finnegan want wid it ?" says the man.
Page 52 - I may say : we're used to a lick of a stick every day, but not to sich language as his reverence sometimes murthers us with whin we displaze him. Oh ! it's terrible, so it is, to have the weight of his tongue on you ! Throth ! I'd rather let him bate me from this till to-morrow, than have one angry word with him." " I see, then, he must have a heavy stick,
Page 42 - I want to know the size of,' says he. So I persaived he was jeerin' me, and says I, ' Why, thin, you respectful vagabone o' the world, you Dublin jackeen ! do you mane to insinivate that Father Kinshela ever wint barefutted in his life, that I could know the size of his fut,' says I; and with that I threw the boots in his face.
Page 54 - ... my cordheroys on the top o' the coach ; so I kept my eye out as we dhrove along up the sthreet, and sure enough what should I see at a shop halfway down the town but a gridiron hanging up at the door ! and so I wint back to get it.