The Rosary Magazine, Том 45Rosary Press, 1914 |
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... hope- lessly at bay at Lourdes if he refuses to believe in miracles . And hence there is no place in the world where it is so easy to believe in the miracle of tran- substantiation as there . When , then , the Eucharistic Congress meets ...
... hope- lessly at bay at Lourdes if he refuses to believe in miracles . And hence there is no place in the world where it is so easy to believe in the miracle of tran- substantiation as there . When , then , the Eucharistic Congress meets ...
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... impact of these prayers in which is the heart of a people . Lis- ten , as the crowd cries out to the ap- proaching Master : " We adore Thee , O Lord ! " " We hope in Thee , O Lord ! " " We love Thee , O Lord ! " " 12 THE ROSARY MAGAZINE.
... impact of these prayers in which is the heart of a people . Lis- ten , as the crowd cries out to the ap- proaching Master : " We adore Thee , O Lord ! " " We hope in Thee , O Lord ! " " We love Thee , O Lord ! " " 12 THE ROSARY MAGAZINE.
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... hope that he would win enough to meet his liabilities at Belcourt . He saw " Fenian " before retiring . The horse ... Hope's room . They were Hope's colors whenever , years before , he had run in races " open to animals the property of ...
... hope that he would win enough to meet his liabilities at Belcourt . He saw " Fenian " before retiring . The horse ... Hope's room . They were Hope's colors whenever , years before , he had run in races " open to animals the property of ...
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... Hope in despair . Trueheart took up the running at the water - jump for the last time . He rose heavily and stumbled on the landing side . Brown Betty's bolt was shot . Roland led , his mane and tail flaunting wildly in the wind . Garry ...
... Hope in despair . Trueheart took up the running at the water - jump for the last time . He rose heavily and stumbled on the landing side . Brown Betty's bolt was shot . Roland led , his mane and tail flaunting wildly in the wind . Garry ...
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... Hope , " cried Jackson , bit- terly . " I simply wished to show my power to exert the authority vested in me - that's why I tried to collect the rents - it was bravado , I admit I hope to be a better Irishman - but I never told the ...
... Hope , " cried Jackson , bit- terly . " I simply wished to show my power to exert the authority vested in me - that's why I tried to collect the rents - it was bravado , I admit I hope to be a better Irishman - but I never told the ...
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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...