Dermot O'Brien, Or, The Taking of Tredagh: A Tale of 1649Stringer & Townsend, 1849 - 166 psl. |
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... cried Dermot , in answer , it would seem , to this mute appeal , or is the life of the O'Brien so small a matter in the eyes of his kindred , that they would pay the saving of it with the blood of the savior ? And thou , be thy name ...
... cried Dermot , in answer , it would seem , to this mute appeal , or is the life of the O'Brien so small a matter in the eyes of his kindred , that they would pay the saving of it with the blood of the savior ? And thou , be thy name ...
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... some two or three minutes had elapsed , O'Brien turned half on his heel , and called aloud to one of his attend- ant - sspeaking now no longer in English , but in the Erse tongue : " Ho ! Murtogh Beg ! " he cried , 18 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
... some two or three minutes had elapsed , O'Brien turned half on his heel , and called aloud to one of his attend- ant - sspeaking now no longer in English , but in the Erse tongue : " Ho ! Murtogh Beg ! " he cried , 18 DERMOT O'BRIEN ;
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... cried , " bring hither the red stal- lion ; and thou , Phadraigh , hold my stirrup . If he have lost his tongue , I cannot wait till he recover it . We have full twenty miles to ride home ; and I am damaged somewhat by that brow antler ...
... cried , " bring hither the red stal- lion ; and thou , Phadraigh , hold my stirrup . If he have lost his tongue , I cannot wait till he recover it . We have full twenty miles to ride home ; and I am damaged somewhat by that brow antler ...
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... cried Dermot , cast- ing his eyes hastily over the circle of his followers - most of whom were of his own clan and kindred . " Come nearer to my stirrup . If I must needs converse with a traitor to his king , his country , and his ...
... cried Dermot , cast- ing his eyes hastily over the circle of his followers - most of whom were of his own clan and kindred . " Come nearer to my stirrup . If I must needs converse with a traitor to his king , his country , and his ...
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... cried the young earl , perfectly crushed for the moment , and thunderstruck by those dread tidings . " By all my hopes of pardon ! -by all my trust in God ! " ex- claimed O'Neil , solemnly . " In which God , O'Neil ? " asked Dermot ...
... cried the young earl , perfectly crushed for the moment , and thunderstruck by those dread tidings . " By all my hopes of pardon ! -by all my trust in God ! " ex- claimed O'Neil , solemnly . " In which God , O'Neil ? " asked Dermot ...
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Dermot O'brien, Or the Taking of Tredagh– A Tale of 1649 (Classic Reprint) Henry William Herbert Peržiūra negalima - 2016 |
Dermot O'brien, Or the Taking of Tredagh– A Tale of 1649 (Classic Reprint) Henry William Herbert Peržiūra negalima - 2018 |
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ALEXANDRE DUMAS arms believe blazing blood brow Carnew Carysfort castle cavalier clang Colonel Desmond countess courser cousin crags cried Cromwell dark deep Dermot O'Brien door Dublin Earl of Thomond Eily enemy exclaimed eyes face Father Daly fear feet fell flashed Florence Desmond foot force gate-house gates girl glance grave hand Hardress head heard heart Henry Cromwell hill honor horse hounds Hugh O'Neil instant Irish iron Killahurler king kinsman lady less light lips looked lord malvoisie Murtough never night noble once Ormond passed pause priest Puritans rapparee ravine renegado replied ride rode Roundheads rushed scarce seemed seneschal Shamus shout side Slievh-Buy smile spoke spur stirrup stood strange stream sure sword tarry tell thee thou tidings Toledo blade Torlogh traitor Tredagh truth turned Ulick voice walls weapons wild words young earl
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