The Irish Monthly, Том 34McGlashan & Gill, 1906 |
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... morning that preludes a day of early spring . Sometimes , indeed , Christmas will see the birth of lambs , and in low - lying pastures , January and February will be certain to witness the bringing forth of the young things that every ...
... morning that preludes a day of early spring . Sometimes , indeed , Christmas will see the birth of lambs , and in low - lying pastures , January and February will be certain to witness the bringing forth of the young things that every ...
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... morning had to be pounded with a mallet in a stone trough , " till the tops of the whins were beaten to the consistency of soft , wet grass ; and with this mess I fed the horses before I went to bed , or in the morning as occasion might ...
... morning had to be pounded with a mallet in a stone trough , " till the tops of the whins were beaten to the consistency of soft , wet grass ; and with this mess I fed the horses before I went to bed , or in the morning as occasion might ...
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... morning till night , I should find myself lonely in the midst of it all , for want of a little bit of sewing , or a child on my knees to talk nonsense to . " you . Queer ! You seem to have got two distinct natures in That is not common ...
... morning till night , I should find myself lonely in the midst of it all , for want of a little bit of sewing , or a child on my knees to talk nonsense to . " you . Queer ! You seem to have got two distinct natures in That is not common ...
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... " From my very babyhood , " says Trollope , " I had to take my place alongside of him as he shaved at six o'clock in the morning , and say my early rules from the Latin grammar , or repeat the Greek alphabet ; and I 70 THE IRISH MONTHLY.
... " From my very babyhood , " says Trollope , " I had to take my place alongside of him as he shaved at six o'clock in the morning , and say my early rules from the Latin grammar , or repeat the Greek alphabet ; and I 70 THE IRISH MONTHLY.
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... morning , back again to dinner , return- ing afterwards to Harrow and home in the evening : twelve miles a day ! He was badly dressed , poor little fellow , and the country lanes were sometimes very dirty . He tells the tale , that ...
... morning , back again to dinner , return- ing afterwards to Harrow and home in the evening : twelve miles a day ! He was badly dressed , poor little fellow , and the country lanes were sometimes very dirty . He tells the tale , that ...
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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...