The Irish Monthly, Том 34McGlashan & Gill, 1906 |
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... speak- ing of him . One of the cases in which he distinguished himself was his defence of Delahunty , accused of the murder of a little Italian boy , an organ grinder - a trial which excited immense interest at the time . His career ...
... speak- ing of him . One of the cases in which he distinguished himself was his defence of Delahunty , accused of the murder of a little Italian boy , an organ grinder - a trial which excited immense interest at the time . His career ...
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... Speak low , And whisper of my woe . And all my fields of love make known o'ergrown With tares Of silences and cares . Befriend thy namesake , to him prove the love Thy word Hath counselled in the Lord ! And with him share thy heritage ...
... Speak low , And whisper of my woe . And all my fields of love make known o'ergrown With tares Of silences and cares . Befriend thy namesake , to him prove the love Thy word Hath counselled in the Lord ! And with him share thy heritage ...
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... . For the first week she went and came , speaking to no one and bending over her drawing - board , intent upon her work . A place had been assigned her in the most remote of several small rooms opening from a long large 20 THE IRISH ...
... . For the first week she went and came , speaking to no one and bending over her drawing - board , intent upon her work . A place had been assigned her in the most remote of several small rooms opening from a long large 20 THE IRISH ...
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... speak in that strain . I observed a little sleeping- looking girl , the other day , who had just entered the school . Miss Lowndes asked her what her purpose was in coming here to study . She hung her head aside with a little simper ...
... speak in that strain . I observed a little sleeping- looking girl , the other day , who had just entered the school . Miss Lowndes asked her what her purpose was in coming here to study . She hung her head aside with a little simper ...
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... speak sometimes . What shall I call you ? " Ellen silently pointed to her name in the corner of her drawing - board . " And here is my name , " says the Norselander , lifting the corner of her scarlet book . Ellen read " Felicia ...
... speak sometimes . What shall I call you ? " Ellen silently pointed to her name in the corner of her drawing - board . " And here is my name , " says the Norselander , lifting the corner of her scarlet book . Ellen read " Felicia ...
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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...