The Wild Birds of Killeevy

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Burns & Oates, 1883 - Country life - 311 pages
 

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Page 126 - The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! 0 Grave ! where is thy victory? 0 Death! where is thy sting?
Page 163 - As they stood talking, each with a hand on Fanchea's shoulder, the old lord strode about, laughing grimly to himself. " With this trio," he said ; "on this triangle, I will make such music as all Europe shall run to hear !" And as all these guardians hovered about the slender slip of humanity, with her black head and crimson ribbons, her deep-shaded eyes and pomegranate cheeks, casting their spells, of woven paces and of waving hands, around her, Kevin himself, had he been able to see, might have...
Page 287 - We will now take leave of our hero and heroine on a summer evening after sunset as they sit in their own little territory — a garden of roses extending down to the cliffs, with the crimsoned ocean at their feet and all the hundred isles they know so well burning on it like so many jewels, set with amethyst and amber and gold. Kevin has just finished reading his new poem to Fanchea. Her hand is in his ; her eyes are full of tears. She is not thinking of the applause of the world which may follow...
Page 181 - ... startled when she turned up her little wistful, weather-beaten face, and he saw that the floating ringlets contained as much silver as gold. And it was with no small difficulty that he recognised her companion as the heroine of last evening's adventure. Where was the flowing mantle of hair that had so enhanced the beauty of the small gleaming face ? It was all braided away into the one heavy plait, and her fresh carnation cheeks were sheltered only by the shade of her coarse straw hat. Her plain...
Page 205 - WHILE Herr Harfenspieler lectured the signora over her 'painting, Fan and Captain Eupert continued their walk homeward through the woods. " The signora is terrible when she makes up her mind," Fan had said, laughing, and Eupert answered : " That is why you are afraid to say all you think before her. You half promised to tell me more about yourself, if she were not by." " I should be glad to talk to anyone about my old friends and my long ago,
Page 117 - She will go with some one," he said, " and I like to make a virtue of necessity. There's some folks I've forbidden to her, and we mustn't pull the bridle too hard. Now I've noticed a kind of delicate honour (as it were) about you, and I know that you'll take care of her. She's a harmless little gad-a-bout, and better in the main than she knows of herself. It's a good work, with a handsome binding, but full of little foolish illustrations. You belongs to the trade, and you knows what I mean ?" Nevertheless,...
Page 110 - My friend," said the signora, pleadingly, " try and be patient with me if I tell you a little of what I think about this child. She has uncommon gifts, and if she can only find means to develop them she will turn into a shining star in the world. She is not vain, nor frivolous, nor conscious of her own powers ; it is I who have found them out. You said just now that in matters of art you would allow me to judge, and this is a matter of art.
Page 194 - Rupert looked on her emotion with surprise. "Strange," he said, " that music so enchanting should give you nothing but pain. And you who are a musician, signora." "I have told you the reason partly," replied she. "This wildwood singing makes me tremble for her perseverance in the utterance and interpretation of more noble strains. My own life, sir, has been given to art, offered as a handful of roses that shrivelled into dust in the giver's hand ; and now my failure has been made a pedestal for her...
Page 246 - ... Verona. Honeywood, seemingly lost in his own thoughts, perceived that they spoke earnestly, and his feet kept a little further aloof, though not so far but that he could breathe the perfume exhaled from the flowers that Ida wore in her bosom. Said Kevin, "If following the example of some friends of yours we could call the spirit of Dante to our presence, there would be no more fitting place than this. Imagine the glorified vision rising from. the circular, almost fathomless, pit of shadow into...
Page 191 - I am tame now," said Fan, folding her hands, with a little laugh and sigh. " Then I should like to have seen you when you were wild. How long have you been caged in this Park ?" " Nearly seven years." " And you suppose that Kevin has been searching for you all this time?" " Yes." " Wonderful faith of a child. Happy belief in the fidelity of human nature. And your only proof of this is the fact that he has not written?" "Don't!" said Fan, as the accent of sarcasm again touched her quick ear.

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