The Irish Monthly, Том 34McGlashan & Gill, 1906 |
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... hear you pronounce such words as these : " Jesus , remember me- -Jesus , have mercy on me- —Jesus , do not abandon me - Jesus , give me perseverance - Jesus , I vow myself away for ever to your service - Jesus , teach me how to suffer ...
... hear you pronounce such words as these : " Jesus , remember me- -Jesus , have mercy on me- —Jesus , do not abandon me - Jesus , give me perseverance - Jesus , I vow myself away for ever to your service - Jesus , teach me how to suffer ...
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... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer ! So I sung the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ; And ...
... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer ! So I sung the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ; And ...
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... hear the Jewish taunt that Thou , A Nazarene , couldst not be King- Thou hadst no crown upon Thy brow , No sceptre in Thy hand didst bring . No mighty Captain , Thou , to lead To glorious 16 THE IRISH MONTHLY At Bethlehem By Mary Corbet.
... hear the Jewish taunt that Thou , A Nazarene , couldst not be King- Thou hadst no crown upon Thy brow , No sceptre in Thy hand didst bring . No mighty Captain , Thou , to lead To glorious 16 THE IRISH MONTHLY At Bethlehem By Mary Corbet.
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... hear . Go , seek your King , ye humble men , His royal court He keepeth near . O Mary's Babe ! O wondrous Child ! O'er whose poor crib the angels sing , This bleak December night and wild , Thou art , indeed , the Promised King . MARY ...
... hear . Go , seek your King , ye humble men , His royal court He keepeth near . O Mary's Babe ! O wondrous Child ! O'er whose poor crib the angels sing , This bleak December night and wild , Thou art , indeed , the Promised King . MARY ...
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... hear ! hear ! " to the above statement , and furthermore to note , as the result of rather long experience , that children , at a very early age , enjoy and appreciate the two books mentioned ; both direct from the author's hand ...
... hear ! hear ! " to the above statement , and furthermore to note , as the result of rather long experience , that children , at a very early age , enjoy and appreciate the two books mentioned ; both direct from the author's hand ...
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Стр. 10 - PIPING down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me: ' Pipe a song about a Lamb !' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again;' So I piped : he wept to hear.
Стр. 10 - Piper, sit thee down and write In a book that all may read ' — So he vanished from my sight ; And I plucked a hollow reed, And I made a rural pen, And I stained the water clear, And I wrote my happy songs, Every child may joy to hear.
Стр. 506 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Стр. 12 - God ! methinks it were a happy life, To be no better than a homely swain; To sit upon a hill, as I do now, To carve out dials quaintly, point by point, Thereby to see the minutes how they run: How many make the hour full complete; How many hours bring about the day ; How many days will finish up the year; How many years a mortal man may live.
Стр. 43 - Two men I honour, and no third. First, the toilworn Craftsman that with earth-made Implement laboriously conquers the Earth, and makes her man's. Venerable to me is the hard Hand ; crooked, coarse ; wherein notwithstanding lies a cunning virtue, indefeasibly royal, as of the Sceptre of this Planet. Venerable too is the rugged face, all weathertanned, besoiled, with its rude intelligence ; for it is the face of a Man living manlike.
Стр. 31 - I would rather be a poor man in a garret with plenty of books than a king who did not love reading.
Стр. 588 - The happiness which they meant was not a life of rapture; but moments of such, in an existence made up of few and transitory pains, many and various pleasures, with a decided predominance of the active over the passive, and having as the foundation of the whole, not to expect more from life than it is capable of bestowing.
Стр. 534 - Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing admiration and awe, the oftener and the more steadily we reflect on them: the starry heavens above and the moral law within.
Стр. 295 - And, when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore Of memory, images and precious thoughts, That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.
Стр. 6 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...