Catholic World, Том 7Paulist Fathers, 1868 |
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... hand . Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , True to imagined right , above control , While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . ' " t Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland ...
... hand . Fierce in their native hardiness of soul , True to imagined right , above control , While even the peasant boasts these rights to scan , And learns to venerate himself as man . ' " t Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland ...
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... hand , and silently blessed the whole choir of monks . His hands fell powerless to his sides , and he breathed his last . What a scene ! Such were the life and death of this great man and great saint . After having loved Ireland so much ...
... hand , and silently blessed the whole choir of monks . His hands fell powerless to his sides , and he breathed his last . What a scene ! Such were the life and death of this great man and great saint . After having loved Ireland so much ...
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... Hand aloft in the woody fastness of Glanconkeine , on the side of Slieve Gallen , and by the banks of Moyola water , awaiting the return from Spain of his brother - chief , Hugh Roe O'Donnell , with the promised succors from King Philip ...
... Hand aloft in the woody fastness of Glanconkeine , on the side of Slieve Gallen , and by the banks of Moyola water , awaiting the return from Spain of his brother - chief , Hugh Roe O'Donnell , with the promised succors from King Philip ...
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... Hand . From Brussels the fu- gitives had an intention of proceed- ing to Spain , but were diverted from that purpose by the archdukes , and they finally set out for Rome . The narrative of their journey across the Alps is exceedingly ...
... Hand . From Brussels the fu- gitives had an intention of proceed- ing to Spain , but were diverted from that purpose by the archdukes , and they finally set out for Rome . The narrative of their journey across the Alps is exceedingly ...
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... hand of God's justice for their so any unnatural and detestable crimes , both flate and heretofore committed , for my own perticular I made no more account of them than fw many fleas ; neither did the king , my mas- 2r , otherwise ...
... hand of God's justice for their so any unnatural and detestable crimes , both flate and heretofore committed , for my own perticular I made no more account of them than fw many fleas ; neither did the king , my mas- 2r , otherwise ...
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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.