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... was thin , and I could not help hearing nearly every word . The prin- cipal voice was that of a gentleman , who seemed to be in conversation with the owner of the inn , and the first words that I VERNEY COURT: AN IRISH NOVEL. ...
... was thin , and I could not help hearing nearly every word . The prin- cipal voice was that of a gentleman , who seemed to be in conversation with the owner of the inn , and the first words that I VERNEY COURT: AN IRISH NOVEL. ...
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... seemed to move towards the door of my prison . " Arrah , how often is the carriage used ? Not wanst in a year , may be . Why , it was as rusty as an ould nail when I tuck it out . Be quick , Mr. Snail . " The door opened , and the ...
... seemed to move towards the door of my prison . " Arrah , how often is the carriage used ? Not wanst in a year , may be . Why , it was as rusty as an ould nail when I tuck it out . Be quick , Mr. Snail . " The door opened , and the ...
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... and we drove away . As we left the town , the great , indeed , almost alarming , speed with which we pro- ceeded astonished me . We seemed flying • through the country . The horses galloped up and down 12 VERNEY COURT :
... and we drove away . As we left the town , the great , indeed , almost alarming , speed with which we pro- ceeded astonished me . We seemed flying • through the country . The horses galloped up and down 12 VERNEY COURT :
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... clouds resting on their summits , their brown sides clothed with no verdure ; they seemed to disdain even that adornment . Around were spread immeasurable wastes and boundless bogs ; no tree to be seen , AN IRISH NOVEL . 15.
... clouds resting on their summits , their brown sides clothed with no verdure ; they seemed to disdain even that adornment . Around were spread immeasurable wastes and boundless bogs ; no tree to be seen , AN IRISH NOVEL . 15.
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... seemed still quite whole and strong . It was a dreary , dreary place , with the Atlantic roar- ing in its rear for ever , and the desolate moorlands and barren mountains separating it from all human habitations . sank very low as I ...
... seemed still quite whole and strong . It was a dreary , dreary place , with the Atlantic roar- ing in its rear for ever , and the desolate moorlands and barren mountains separating it from all human habitations . sank very low as I ...
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Page 47 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 13 - The youth of green savannahs spake, And many an endless, endless lake With all its fairy crowds Of islands, that together lie As quietly as spots of sky Among the evening clouds.
Page 85 - And sic a night he taks the road in As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in. The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last; The rattling...
Page 240 - twas visible— I saw not, but I felt that it was there. That which I saw was the revealed abode Of Spirits in beatitude: my heart Swelled in my breast—' I have been dead,' I cried,
Page 277 - ... dress that one of the young men — the young savants — was so good as to drop there. Did you see the young savants who work under Gordon's orders ? I thought they were too forlorn ; there is n't one of them you would look at. If you can believe it, there was n't one of them that looked at me ; they took no more notice of me than if I had been the charwoman. They might have shown me some attention, at least, as the wife of the proprietor. What is it that Gordon 's called — is n't there some...
Page 259 - I could not have been asleep for more than an hour, when I was awakened by the peculiar creaking noise which the opening of my door always produced.
Page 1 - SEVERAL years have passed since the events occurred which I am about to relate in this narrative.