Catholic World, Том 7Paulist Fathers, 1868 |
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... called North America ? Who can foresee the height to which may reach this vigor- ous graft , cut from the old oak , in- vigorated by the virgin soil of the new world , and which already spreads its shade over immense lati- tudes , and ...
... called North America ? Who can foresee the height to which may reach this vigor- ous graft , cut from the old oak , in- vigorated by the virgin soil of the new world , and which already spreads its shade over immense lati- tudes , and ...
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... called the Psalter of Battles , became the national relic of the clan O'Don- nell . This psalter still exists , to the great joy of the erudite patriots of Ireland . The history of the conversion of England by the monks answers all ...
... called the Psalter of Battles , became the national relic of the clan O'Don- nell . This psalter still exists , to the great joy of the erudite patriots of Ireland . The history of the conversion of England by the monks answers all ...
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... called Oronsay . He ascended a hill near the shore , and looking toward the south , perceived that he could still see the Irish coast . He reëmbarked immediately , and sailed in quest of a more distant isle , from which his native land ...
... called Oronsay . He ascended a hill near the shore , and looking toward the south , perceived that he could still see the Irish coast . He reëmbarked immediately , and sailed in quest of a more distant isle , from which his native land ...
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... called him- self Earl of Tyrone again . Fr. Mee- han himself tells us ( p . 161 ) while describing the honors paid to the chiefs upon the continent : " Wherever there was an Irish seminary or conventual establishment , alumni and su ...
... called him- self Earl of Tyrone again . Fr. Mee- han himself tells us ( p . 161 ) while describing the honors paid to the chiefs upon the continent : " Wherever there was an Irish seminary or conventual establishment , alumni and su ...
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... called Earl of Tyrconnell ,. died . Says Father Meehan : " During his illness he was piously tended by Rosa , daughter of O'Dogherty , his bro- ther's wife , the Princess O'Neill , and Flo- rence Conry , who had performed the same kind ...
... called Earl of Tyrconnell ,. died . Says Father Meehan : " During his illness he was piously tended by Rosa , daughter of O'Dogherty , his bro- ther's wife , the Princess O'Neill , and Flo- rence Conry , who had performed the same kind ...
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Стр. 139 - I cannot hide that some have striven, Achieving calm, to whom was given The joy that mixes man with Heaven : ' Who, rowing hard against the stream, Saw distant gates of Eden gleam, And did not dream it was a dream...
Стр. 583 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Стр. 334 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Стр. 334 - To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences ! whereby, To his belief, the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea. Even such a shell the universe itself Is to the ear of Faith...
Стр. 497 - And these signs shall follow them that believe. In my name they shall cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they shall drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay their hands upon the sick, and they shall recover.
Стр. 231 - ... that the saints who reign together with Christ ; offer up their own prayers to God for men ; that it is good and useful suppliantly to invoke them, and to resort to their prayers, aid, and help, for obtaining benefits from God, through His Son, Jesus Christ our Lord, who alone is our Redeemer and Saviour...
Стр. 334 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell ; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Стр. 585 - tis not a grasp Such as they use on earth, but all around Over the surface of my subtle being, As though I were a sphere, and capable To be accosted thus, a uniform And gentle pressure tells me I am not Self-moving, but borne forward on my way. And hark ! I hear a singing ; yet in sooth I cannot of that music rightly say Whether I hear, or touch, or taste the tones. Oh, what a heart-subduing melody ! Angel.
Стр. 583 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath blest me, sure it still will lead me on, o'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till the night is gone, and with the morn those angel faces smile, which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.