The Irish Quarterly Review, Volume 5W. B. Kelly, 1855 - Ireland |
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... hope can be entertained that Evening Schools will effect the object for which they were intended . Indeed it is , and ever has been , our opinion , that until we have a body of efficient , energetic , and qualified teachers to conduct ...
... hope can be entertained that Evening Schools will effect the object for which they were intended . Indeed it is , and ever has been , our opinion , that until we have a body of efficient , energetic , and qualified teachers to conduct ...
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... hope at a future period to advocate the cause of Na- tional Teachers , and to show the great injustice done those whose lives have been spent in educating the poorer classes of our fellow subjects . What we are now to consider is , the ...
... hope at a future period to advocate the cause of Na- tional Teachers , and to show the great injustice done those whose lives have been spent in educating the poorer classes of our fellow subjects . What we are now to consider is , the ...
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... hope to be able to show the great want existing in our Metropolis for such Mechanics ' Institutes as those advocated in England by Lord Brougham , and other zealous friends of the cause of Popular Education . * For See Report on the ...
... hope to be able to show the great want existing in our Metropolis for such Mechanics ' Institutes as those advocated in England by Lord Brougham , and other zealous friends of the cause of Popular Education . * For See Report on the ...
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... hope too . see them working , or reading , or making their womanly fuss near me , and under my roof , and mutually tolerating and helping each other , and never talking loud . And my mother , my dear , dear mother , sitting in her arm ...
... hope too . see them working , or reading , or making their womanly fuss near me , and under my roof , and mutually tolerating and helping each other , and never talking loud . And my mother , my dear , dear mother , sitting in her arm ...
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... hope I was going on well . Pen against pen it was , as fast as they could gallop . Mounted on my grey goose quill I have beaten him , as to time at all events . It was necessary to keep him in the dark by leaving our books unannounced ...
... hope I was going on well . Pen against pen it was , as fast as they could gallop . Mounted on my grey goose quill I have beaten him , as to time at all events . It was necessary to keep him in the dark by leaving our books unannounced ...
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Page 574 - thing of evil— prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us, by that God we both adore, Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore: Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore!
Page 406 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Page 459 - Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls, Come hither, the dances are done, In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls, Queen lily and rose in one; Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls, To the flowers, and be their sun.
Page 200 - His hair is crisp, and black, and long, His face is like the tan; His brow is wet with honest sweat, He earns whate'er he can, And looks the whole world in the face, For he owes not any man.
Page 574 - Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted —...
Page 196 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Page 204 - All was ended now, the hope, and the fear, and the sorrow, All the aching of heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing, All the dull, deep pain, and constant anguish of patience ! And, as she pressed once more the lifeless head to her bosom, Meekly she bowed her own, and murmured,
Page 573 - But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door : Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore — What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking
Page 67 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint: Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point: Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowlydying fire. Yet I doubt not thro...
Page 574 - I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, — But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press ah nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!