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Excerpt from Innocencies: A Book of VerseWithout you, dear, I am not comfortable, I am alone, whether I wake or sleep, The soul in me chilly, afraid, unstable, Without your comfortable companionship. Heart cries to heart, beloved, deep calls to deep, To say these things aright I am not able. I wake afar from you and wake to weep, Being without you lost, uncomfortable.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare an...

Excerpt from Father MathewHe was born on the loth Of October, 1790, at Thomastown, the Splendid house of the Mathews, Earls Of Llandaff, to a younger branch Of which family his father, James Mathew, belonged. He was the fourth son Of James Mathew's marriage with Anne Whyte Of cappa-whyte, a lady famous for her beauty and sweetness Of Character.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find mo...

Excerpt from The Dear Irish GirlMrs. Rody Flaherty's preposterous suggestion, he smiled at the portrait. The eyes looked back at him with an answering derision. That woman up there, though she was dead and gone many years, was sure of her empire.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten B...

Excerpt from Miracle Plays: Our Lord's Coming and ChildhoodHis thanks, as sweet as when you lave Tired feet within the sparkling wave, So fell they on my heart.Then asked he me where lived the man Joachim, and his good wife Anne, And took his lily and staff again.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical...

Excerpt from IrelandThere is what the Englishman calls an Irish bull in this speech, but the Irish bull usually means that something is left to the imagination. I will leave you to discover for yourself the hiatus which would have made the steward's remark a sober English statement.These things make an Irish heart bound up as exultantly as the lark springs to the sky of a day of April - that is to say, of an Irish exile home-return ing - for t...

Excerpt from Twenty One PoemsBut for the Lamb of God, Up on the hill-top green, Only a Cross of shame Two stark crosses between.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairi...

Excerpt from Irish PoemsThe wind from the mountains it blows fresh and Strong Ab, don't you remember P is still the Wind's song.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairi...

Excerpt from That Sweet EnemyWe were grouped about our great-aunt, Theodosia, in the little book-room, which we preferred for its comfort to the drawing-room, that being difficult to heat and always smelling mustily in the corners. The drawing-room had double fireplaces, and even when both were lit one felt Shivery away from the Chimney corners. It used to be a joke of ours to call the room the map Of Africa, because no one ever penetrated to ...

Excerpt from The Middle YearsParnellite and took the Independent. When I was stay ing at that kind house he always obligingly sent me in his Independent to read. It gave me great joy when there was a contested election in South Co. Dublin to see Wilson driving his master to vote. The master recorded his vote for the anti-parnellite, the man for the Parnellite, so that they might just as well have stayed at home.About the PublisherForgotten Boo...

Excerpt from The Luck of the FairfaxesJohn Fairfax was a dreamer of dreams, hopelessly unpractical. But the fairy who had shaken the magic dust on his eyeballs in the cradle had endowed him also with the gift of charm. He was to be much loved and joyfully borne with from the cradle to the grave.If he had been brought up by his uncle, Peter Collier, his mother's brother, the severely practical training he would have received at the hands of tha...

Excerpt from The Lost AngelWaring's eye rested on the little image amid the garishness of the fair, and he had a feeling as though he had suddenly emerged into a place of greenness and ¿owing waters.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digita...

Excerpt from Princess KatharineFor all her hurry, she seemed to approach the house with a certain stealthiness, whispering to Katty to be careful how she walked on the gravel. They went round the corner of the house. While they yet stood in the shadow, a door opened and a stream of light ¿owed out. Something odd and misshapen showed itself in the stream of light. The creature carried a pail upon its arm - his arm, for the figure seemed to be t...

Excerpt from Love of SistersShe had been the gayest of the gay when John Featherstonehaugh had first been her lover. They had met at a Castle ball, and had danced themselves, she into friendship, he into love, that very first night. She was then Columba o'kelly, an orphan girl living with her two aunts in a stately impoverishment in the wilds of Connaught, and Heaven knows what pinching and scraping there had been before that Dublin season gav...

Excerpt from Princess KatharineFor all her hurry, she seemed to approach the house with a certain stealthiness, whispering to Katty to be careful how she walked on the gravel. They went round the corner of the house. While they yet stood in the shadow, a door opened and a stream of light ¿owed out. Something odd and misshapen showed itself in the stream of light. The creature carried a pail upon its arm - his arm, for the figure seemed to be t...

Excerpt from Ballads and LyricsNever a voice to greet them save the bittern's booming Where the ghostly sallows sway against the West.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst r...

Miracle Plays - our Lord's coming and childhood is an unchanged, high-quality reprint of the original edition of 1895.Hansebooks is editor of the literature on different topic areas such as research and science, travel and expeditions, cooking and nutrition, medicine, and other genres. As a publisher we focus on the preservation of historical literature. Many works of historical writers and scientists are available today as antiques only. Hans...

Excerpt from Countrymen AllPray, jewel, she said there is great power in prayer. Many a child have I seen given back that was farther gone than he is.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original...

Excerpt from An Isle in the WaterHis new wife held him indeed in close keeping. In the first days of his re marriage the servants in the house had whispered that there had been ill blood over the, man between the two women, so strenuously did the second wife labour to uproot any trace of the first. The cradle that had been prepared for the young heir was ¿ung to a fishergirl expecting her base-born baby: the small garments into which Alison ha...

Excerpt from The Handsome Quaker: And Other StoriesThey were supping at Joshua. Fayle's, behind shuttered windows, although without a green and gold summer twilight yet lingered. Perhaps it behoved the Quakers to be chary of displaying wealth and importance, as it did their wealthy Roman Catholic neighbours, who led their lives of luxury and refinement behind blank walls that said nothing to the world. Perhaps there were other reasons for shut...

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