My life, by the author of 'Stories of Waterloo'. |
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Side 23
... Cæsar Blake ( for thus my father was desig- nated ) was the descendant of an ancient family , and the youngest of four brothers . The eldest succeeded to ancestral dignities and estates , and had been duly indoctrinated in fox - hunting ...
... Cæsar Blake ( for thus my father was desig- nated ) was the descendant of an ancient family , and the youngest of four brothers . The eldest succeeded to ancestral dignities and estates , and had been duly indoctrinated in fox - hunting ...
Side 24
... Cæsar Blake was a general favourite with his regiment , which , though a flashy corps , was in no way remarkable for strictness in its dis- cipline . The men were chiefly Irish , and con- sequently there were among them not a few of ...
... Cæsar Blake was a general favourite with his regiment , which , though a flashy corps , was in no way remarkable for strictness in its dis- cipline . The men were chiefly Irish , and con- sequently there were among them not a few of ...
Side 30
... Cæsar Blake , whom might the Lord mend ! was charged in the counts with stealing the ham , he would escape condign punishment , if he , the major , could satisfy the jury that he had merely pur- loined the turkey . Beside , the ...
... Cæsar Blake , whom might the Lord mend ! was charged in the counts with stealing the ham , he would escape condign punishment , if he , the major , could satisfy the jury that he had merely pur- loined the turkey . Beside , the ...
Side 36
... peremptorily refus- ed . A formal complaint was in consequence transmitted to the general of the district ; and the result was , that to Major Cæsar Blake it was officially notified that he had the option to retire 36 MY LIFE .
... peremptorily refus- ed . A formal complaint was in consequence transmitted to the general of the district ; and the result was , that to Major Cæsar Blake it was officially notified that he had the option to retire 36 MY LIFE .
Side 41
... Cæsar Blake was declared by his male ac- quaintances an injured man - and they resolved unanimously that it was a hard case to lose one's commission for stuffing an old maid's chimney with a wet horse - cloth . No wonder , then , that ...
... Cæsar Blake was declared by his male ac- quaintances an injured man - and they resolved unanimously that it was a hard case to lose one's commission for stuffing an old maid's chimney with a wet horse - cloth . No wonder , then , that ...
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alarm Annette appeared Arrah Aylmer beautiful bless Brussels Cæsar Blake Captain Blake carriage Casey Castle Blake Castlebar chamber Clifden coach colonel commander companion cousin crossed curricle cynic Daly daugh daughter dear Dear Phoebe Denis O'Brien Donovan door Dorset Street drove Ellen Emily exclaimed eyes fair fancy father favour fear fellow fortune Foxford French gallant Galway Genappe gentleman girl grandfather hand Harriette Harrison heard heart Heaven honour horse hour hurried Jack the Devil Jack's kinsman lady leave letter light little colonel looked Lord Loughrea madam Manus Blake ment Miss mistress morning mother murder never night O'Moore passed person Phoebe pistol poor regiment replied retired returned royalists ruffians ruin scene scoundrel Sedley servant short smiled soldier soubrette Stainsbury stopped stranger street tell tête-à-tête thought tion to-morrow told took town turned voice wild wretched young Zounds
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Side 154 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Side 70 - Let it be so! thy truth then be thy dower! For, by the sacred radiance of the sun, The mysteries of Hecate and the night; By all the operation of the orbs From whom we do exist and cease to be...
Side 117 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Side 240 - Oh! too convincing — dangerously dear — In woman's eye the unanswerable tear ! That weapon of her weakness she can wield, To save, subdue — at once her spear and shield: Avoid it — Virtue ebbs and Wisdom errs, Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers ! What lost a world, and hade a hero fly ? The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
Side 192 - You stole her from me ; like a thief you stole her, At dead of night ! that cursed hour you chose To rifle me of all my heart held dear. May all your joys in her prove false, like mine ! A sterile fortune and a barren bed Attend you both : continual discord make Your days and nights bitter, and grievous still ! May the hard hand of a vexatious need Oppress and grind...
Side 104 - Oh, have you e'er heard of Kate Kearney? She lives on the banks of Killarney; From the glance of her eye, Shun danger and fly, For fatal's the glance of Kate Kearney.
Side 51 - And on the leaf a browner hue, And in the heaven that clear obscure, So softly dark, and darkly pure, Which follows the decline of day, As twilight melts beneath the moon away.
Side 197 - Thine evil deeds are writ in gore, Nor written thus in vain — Thy triumphs tell of fame no more, Or deepen every stain : If thou hadst died as honour dies, Some new Napoleon might arise, To shame the world again — But who would soar the solar height, To set in such a starless night ? Weigh'd in the balance, hero dust Is vile as vulgar clay; Thy scales, Mortality!
Side 81 - A mighty mass of brick, and smoke, and shipping, Dirty and dusky, but as wide as eye Could reach, with here and there a sail just skipping In sight, then lost amidst the forestry Of masts; a wilderness of steeples peeping On tiptoe through their sea-coal canopy; A huge, dun cupola, like a foolscap crown On a fool's head - and there is London Town!
Side 55 - It has a strange quick jar upon the ear, That cocking of a pistol, when you know A moment more will bring the sight to bear Upon your person, twelve yards off, or so ; A gentlemanly distance, not too near, If you have got a former friend for foe ; But after being fired at once or twice, The ear becomes more Irish, and less nice.