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Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
Amberwolds asked beautiful Blessed Bohermore called Catholic Catholic Truth Society child Church Coleridge Colonel cousin Dangerfield dear delight door Dublin Dunois English eyes face Father Horbury feel Fifine girl give Gorseley grandfather hand happy head heart heaven holy interesting Ireland Irish IRISH MONTHLY Justina Kitty knew Lady Winthrop Lance laughed letter lived London look Lord Lord Coleridge Margaret Marigold Mary Mary Stanislaus MacCarthy matter Maynooth Meadows Miss Huntingtower morning mother never Newry night once orphans passed poor present priest Rathmullan remember René Ridingdale round saint seemed Sir Alexander Cockburn Sir Harley Winthrop Sister Sister of Mercy smile soul speak Squire stood story sure sweet tell thee things Thomas à Kempis thou thought told trees turned Victor walked woman words XXIX.-No young
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 164 - tis the draught of a breath, From the blossom of health to the paleness of death ; From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud : — Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud ? Oh ! why should the spirit of mortal be proud?
Stran 28 - Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant." But he knoweth not that the dead are there ; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.
Stran 163 - The maid on whose cheek, on whose brow, in whose eye, Shone beauty and pleasure — her triumphs are by; And the memory of those who loved her and praised, Are alike from the minds of the living erased.
Stran 235 - For he who fights and runs away May live to fight another day ; But he who is in battle slain Can never rise and fight again.
Stran 104 - Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty, and youth, sapped day by day: Thy life never continueth in one stay. Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to grey That hath won neither laurel nor bay? I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May: Thou, root-stricken, shall not rebuild thy decay On my bosom for aye. Then I answered: Yea.
Stran 659 - When the microscopic search of skepticism, which had hunted the heavens and sounded the seas to disprove the existence of a Creator, has turned its attention to human society and has found a place on this planet ten miles square where a decent man can live in comfort and security, supporting and educating his children unspoiled and unpolluted; a place where age is reverenced...
Stran 162 - Once more ; speak clearly, if you speak at all ; Carve every word before you let it fall...
Stran 659 - ... ventilate their views. But so long as these men are dependent upon the religion which they discard for every privilege they enjoy, they may well hesitate a little before they seek to rob the Christian of his hope, and humanity of its faith, in that Saviour who alone has given to man that hope of life eternal which makes life tolerable and society possible, and robs death of its terrors and the grave of its gloom.
Stran 104 - Passing away, saith my God, passing away: Winter passeth after the long delay: New grapes on the vine, new figs on the tender spray, Turtle calleth turtle in Heaven's May. Though I tarry, wait for Me, trust Me, watch and pray: Arise, come away, night is past and lo it is day, My love, My sister, My spouse, thou shall hear Me say. Then I answered: Yea.
Stran 163 - The peasant, whose lot was to sow and to reap ; The herdsman, who climbed with his goats up the steep ; The beggar, who wandered in search of his bread, Have faded away like the grass that we tread.