The Irish Monthly, Том 34McGlashan & Gill, 1906 |
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... Prayers . By Rev. H. G. Hughes . REVIEWS OF BOOKS . Theory and Practice of the Confessional . - St . John Baptist de Rossi . - Catholic London a Century Ago . - Publications of the English Catholic Truth Society . - Wayward Winifred ...
... Prayers . By Rev. H. G. Hughes . REVIEWS OF BOOKS . Theory and Practice of the Confessional . - St . John Baptist de Rossi . - Catholic London a Century Ago . - Publications of the English Catholic Truth Society . - Wayward Winifred ...
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... Prayers in Verse . 1 / - 12. LYRA CORDIS : Hymns to the Sacred Heart , & c . With Music . 3d . 13. ALL DAY LONG : Ejaculations in Rhyme . id . DUBLIN : M. H. GILL & SON , 50 , Upper O'Connell - street . THE IRISH MONTHLY JANUARY , 1906 ...
... Prayers in Verse . 1 / - 12. LYRA CORDIS : Hymns to the Sacred Heart , & c . With Music . 3d . 13. ALL DAY LONG : Ejaculations in Rhyme . id . DUBLIN : M. H. GILL & SON , 50 , Upper O'Connell - street . THE IRISH MONTHLY JANUARY , 1906 ...
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... prayer for me . May every blessing be yours . May the Living God open His divine hand and fill you with His choicest benedictions , and may you , when the cold hand of death is about to press heavily upon you , look upon the past as a ...
... prayer for me . May every blessing be yours . May the Living God open His divine hand and fill you with His choicest benedictions , and may you , when the cold hand of death is about to press heavily upon you , look upon the past as a ...
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... prayer To Him whose word brings sweetness pure and true , Whose love makes even the darkest pathway fair . Lies all the art and power that fruit may bear . For those I love to Him I daily sue . S. M. C. ST . JOHN THE BELOVED WHO leaned ...
... prayer To Him whose word brings sweetness pure and true , Whose love makes even the darkest pathway fair . Lies all the art and power that fruit may bear . For those I love to Him I daily sue . S. M. C. ST . JOHN THE BELOVED WHO leaned ...
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... praying for life , or are you imploring death ? Are you giving rapturous thanks , or is it despair that starts the full veins so , and imbeds the lithe fingers in the white flesh ? " They will not answer , and Ellen , blindly finding ...
... praying for life , or are you imploring death ? Are you giving rapturous thanks , or is it despair that starts the full veins so , and imbeds the lithe fingers in the white flesh ? " They will not answer , and Ellen , blindly finding ...
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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...