The Hearts of Steel: An Irish Historical Tale of the Last Century, Volume 2

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A. R. Poole, 1825 - Ireland
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Page 323 - At every house, and all day long, Repentance ply'd her scorpion thong ; Disgust was there with frowning mien, And every wayward child of spleen. Hymen approach'd his awful fane, Attended by a num'rous train: Love, with each soft and nameless grace, Was first in favour and in place: Then came the god with solemn gait, Whose ev'ry word was hig with fate; His hand a flaming taper bore, That sacred symbol...
Page 279 - Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see, My heart untravell'd fondly turns to thee; Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain, And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Page 323 - Virtue, adorn'd with ev'ry charm, Sustain'd the god's incumbent arm: Beauty improv'd the glowing scene With all the roses of eighteen: Youth led the gaily smiling fair, His purple pinions wav'd in air: Wealth, a close hunks, walk'd hobbling nigh, With vulture-claw, and eagle-eye, Who three-score years had seen, or more, ('Tis said his coat had seen a score); Proud was the wretch, though clad in rags, Presuming much upon his hags.
Page 255 - My dear wife exhibits all the grace and Christianity of last May, on the present occasion. She is incessantly occupied : she devotes four entire hours to the boys alone, daily, independently of the three hours which they pass with Mr.
Page 46 - The last gopura is at the top of the hill. On the other side of the hill there are paths up, but all very difficult.
Page 33 - Jesus freely declares, that he came, "Not to call the righteous, but sinners, to repentance.
Page 20 - and, if I can be of any service to you in your affliction, you may depend on my best exertions.
Page 85 - These hills diverged from each other, at the distance of about a quarter of a mile from...
Page 201 - Her emotions of joy overpowered her: she could utter no more; but she burst into a flood of tears, and threw herself on the bed in a paroxysm of pious gratitude.
Page 325 - Robin ! how do you do ? How have you been since I saw you...

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