Six Months in the Apennines; Or, A Pilgrimage in Search of Vestiges of the Irish Saints in Italy

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George Bell and Sons, 1892 - Всего страниц: 313
 

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Стр. 15 - The eye that mocketh at his father, and despiseth to obey his mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eagles shall eat it.
Стр. 211 - And it came to pass, as they were burying a man, that, behold, they spied a band of men ; and they cast the man into the sepulchre of Elisha : and when the man was let down, and touched the bones of Elisha. he revived, and stood up on his feet.
Стр. 71 - When I was a child, I spake as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child : now that I am become a man, I have put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, darkly ; but then face to face : now I know in part ; but then shall I know even as also I have been known.
Стр. 304 - No reptiles are found there, and no snake can live there ; for, though often carried thither out of Britain, as soon as the ship comes near the shore, and the scent of the air reaches them, they die. On the contrary, almost all things in the island are good against poison. In short, we have known that when some persons have been bitten by serpents, the scrapings of leaves of books that were brought out of Ireland, being put into water, and given them to drink, have immediately expelled the spreading...
Стр. 217 - He, that His saints in this world rules and shields, To all believers life eternal yields ; With heavenly bread makes them that hunger whole, Gives living waters to the thirsting soul.
Стр. 112 - Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it. Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly : thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof. Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.
Стр. 216 - DRAW nigh and take the Body of the Lord, And drink the holy Blood for you outpoured.
Стр. 270 - O'er Doccia's dell, and fig and olive blend. There the twin streams in Affrico unite, One dimly seen, the other out of sight, But ever playing in his smoothen'd bed Of polisht stone, and willing to be led Where clustering vines protect him from the sun, Never too grave to smile, too tired to run. Here, by the lake, Boccaccio's Fair Brigade Beguiled the hours and tale for tale repaid.
Стр. 61 - The stars burnt out in the pale blue air, And the thin white moon lay withering there, To tower, and cavern, and rift and tree, The owl and the bat fled drowsily.
Стр. 270 - I leave thee, beauteous Italy ! no more From the high terraces, at even-tide, To look supine into thy depths of sky, Thy golden* moon between the cliff and me, Or thy dark spires of fretted cypresses Bordering the channel of the milky-way Fiesole and Valdarno must be dreams Hereafter, and my own lost Affrico Murmur to me but in the poet's song.

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