An April Day: A NovelF. V. White, 1883 |
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... voice , he turned to the young lady sitting next him , " when he heard we were under orders for Ireland , Norwich immedi- ately went to a music shop and bought ' Kathleen Mavourneen ' and ' Nora Crena ' -he An April Day . 5.
... voice , he turned to the young lady sitting next him , " when he heard we were under orders for Ireland , Norwich immedi- ately went to a music shop and bought ' Kathleen Mavourneen ' and ' Nora Crena ' -he An April Day . 5.
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... voices together , and thus adjured , the young man , who was stretched lazily upon the dry sand , raised himself upon ... voice , which , though it might lack power , was pleasant to listen to , and the words sounded melodiously through ...
... voices together , and thus adjured , the young man , who was stretched lazily upon the dry sand , raised himself upon ... voice , which , though it might lack power , was pleasant to listen to , and the words sounded melodiously through ...
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... voice of my heart ? Kathleen Mavourneen . " There was a good deal of hand clapping and applause when the last notes died . away , and then in the pause which fol- lowed , suddenly a voice broke forth as if in answer to Dermot's ...
... voice of my heart ? Kathleen Mavourneen . " There was a good deal of hand clapping and applause when the last notes died . away , and then in the pause which fol- lowed , suddenly a voice broke forth as if in answer to Dermot's ...
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... voice , and I wept to its lay ; Every pulse of my heart the sweet measure was keeping , Till Killarney's wild echoes had borne it away . I know we must part , but oh ! say not for ever ; That it may be for years , adds enough to my pain ...
... voice , and I wept to its lay ; Every pulse of my heart the sweet measure was keeping , Till Killarney's wild echoes had borne it away . I know we must part , but oh ! say not for ever ; That it may be for years , adds enough to my pain ...
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... voice , very soft and sweet , with a little tremble of suppressed laughter , an- swered , - 66 Yes . I - I - hope you did not mind ; I only did it in fun ; I was in the wood , and I heard people singing . Please let me go . " As she ...
... voice , very soft and sweet , with a little tremble of suppressed laughter , an- swered , - 66 Yes . I - I - hope you did not mind ; I only did it in fun ; I was in the wood , and I heard people singing . Please let me go . " As she ...
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66 Kathleen afternoon answer arms asked Lord Norwich beauty began Bertha Wynne boreen bough branch bright Captain Ashurst caught chaff cheeks child cloud colour cricket cried Kathleen dark daugh dead silence Denis O'Brien Denis's Dermot Astore Derrylinn dogcart door faint father fear fell FLORENCE MARRYAT followed frightened gazing girl glance glen Glencullin House grass grew hand haunted house heard heart hedge hedgerows hope horse hurt hussars impa Kath Kathleen felt Kathleen's eyes lane laughed leen light lips listened Miss Bayley Miss Desmond Miss Wynne mond moon moonlight never night papa paused pleasant quickly reached returned Kathleen road round sang seated side silence sing Kathleen Mavourneen smile soft song sound spoke stood strange suddenly Sutton tell thought told tone took turned voice walk watching wich wish wood nymph words young
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Page 7 - Kathleen Mavourneen, awake from thy slumbers! The blue mountains glow in the sun's golden light; Ah, where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part!
Page 178 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, 458 And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted.
Page 13 - Her vest of gold Broidered with flowers, and clasped from head to foot: An emerald stone in every golden clasp; And on her brow, fairer than alabaster, A coronet of pearls. But then her face, So lovely, yet so arch, so full of mirth, — The overflowings of an innocent heart, — It haunts me still, though many a year has fled, Like some wild melody.
Page 6 - Ah, where is the spell that once hung on my numbers? Arise in thy beauty, thou star of my night ! Mavourneen, Mavourneen, my sad tears are falling, To think that from Erin and thee I must part ! It may be for years, and it may be forever ! Then why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Page 225 - I and my love wont to gae ! 1 leaned my back unto an aik ; I thought it was a trusty tree ; But first it bowed, and syne it brak...
Page 67 - Good-night, good-night ! parting is such sweet sorrow. That I shall say — good-night, till it be morrow.
Page 88 - A something, light as air — a look, A word unkind or wrongly taken — Oh! love, that tempests never shook, A breath, a touch like this hath shaken.