The Rosary Magazine, Том 45Rosary Press, 1914 |
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... Mary Immaculate in China and India , where houses of refuge have been established for unfortunate children who would otherwise perish . All can contribute to it by sending old stamps . Every little helps . Those who desire further ...
... Mary Immaculate in China and India , where houses of refuge have been established for unfortunate children who would otherwise perish . All can contribute to it by sending old stamps . Every little helps . Those who desire further ...
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... Mary lead us more surely than any other to her Son ? Then , again , Lourdes has a certain . right or claim to an international cele- bration in honor of the Divine Recluse of the altar . Perhaps nowhere in the world is our Eucharistic ...
... Mary lead us more surely than any other to her Son ? Then , again , Lourdes has a certain . right or claim to an international cele- bration in honor of the Divine Recluse of the altar . Perhaps nowhere in the world is our Eucharistic ...
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... : " The Shrine of Mary shines in the eyes of the world both as the centre of her honor and the most illustrious throne of the mystery of the Holy Eucharist . " BUSING & CA SUC . T HE future commentator will ' GOD'S POET 13.
... : " The Shrine of Mary shines in the eyes of the world both as the centre of her honor and the most illustrious throne of the mystery of the Holy Eucharist . " BUSING & CA SUC . T HE future commentator will ' GOD'S POET 13.
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... Mary Parochial School . For ten years he was an altar - boy to Father Tuite , pastor of St. Joseph's Church , North Brookfield . Later the family moved to Cambridge , and young Hag- gerty found employment with the Bos- ton Elevated ...
... Mary Parochial School . For ten years he was an altar - boy to Father Tuite , pastor of St. Joseph's Church , North Brookfield . Later the family moved to Cambridge , and young Hag- gerty found employment with the Bos- ton Elevated ...
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... Mary's Parochial School , Pittsburgh , Pa . , was a seaman on the S. S. " New Hampshire . " Death found him in the ranks of the flag's defenders . His funeral was one to be remembered by the people of Pittsburgh . Every honor , every ...
... Mary's Parochial School , Pittsburgh , Pa . , was a seaman on the S. S. " New Hampshire . " Death found him in the ranks of the flag's defenders . His funeral was one to be remembered by the people of Pittsburgh . Every honor , every ...
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Стр. 50 - Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow...
Стр. 51 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
Стр. 51 - When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present 5 My true account, lest he returning chide; "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 643 - This is the true nature of home - it is the place of Peace; the shelter, not only from all injury, but from all terror, doubt, and division. In so far as it is not this, it is not home; so far as the anxieties of the outer life penetrate into it, and...
Стр. 52 - neath the curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus, with the host of heaven, came ; And lo ! creation widened in man's view.
Стр. 51 - Shakespeare OTHERS abide our question. Thou art free. We ask and ask — Thou smilest and art still, Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill, Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty, Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea, Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place, Spares but the cloudy border of his base To the foil'd searching of mortality; And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, Self-school'd, self-scann'd, self-honour'd, self-secure, Didst tread on earth unguess'd at.
Стр. 204 - Christ be with me, Christ within me, Christ behind me, Christ before me, Christ beside me, Christ to win me, Christ to comfort and restore me; Christ beneath me, Christ above me, Christ in quiet, Christ in danger, Christ in hearts of all that love me, Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
Стр. 263 - If this was ever granted, I would rest My head beneath thine, while thy healing hands Close-covered both my eyes beside thy breast, Pressing the brain, which too much thought expands, Back to its proper size again, and smoothing Distortion down till every nerve had soothing, And all lay quiet, happy and suppressed.
Стр. 204 - I bind unto myself today The power of God to hold and lead, His eye to watch, his might to stay, His ear to hearken to my need; The wisdom of my God to teach, His hand to guide, his shield to ward, The word of God to give me speech, His heavenly host to be my guard.
Стр. 181 - Bells of the Past, whose long-forgotten music Still fills the wide expanse. Tingeing the sober twilight of the Present With color of romance! I hear your call, and see the sun descending On rock and wave and sand. As down the coast the Mission voices, blending. Girdle the heathen land. Within the circle of your incantation No blight nor mildew falls: Nor fierce unrest, nor lust, nor low ambition Passes those airy walls. Borne on the swell of your long waves receding. I touch the farther Past; I see...