Catholic World, Том 7Paulist Fathers, 1868 |
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... speak the English tongue . Hence , but a few months after the French edition of these bulky volumes , an English translation of them was given to the public , and is now well known and becoming justly wide - spread in the United States ...
... speak the English tongue . Hence , but a few months after the French edition of these bulky volumes , an English translation of them was given to the public , and is now well known and becoming justly wide - spread in the United States ...
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... speak of music , a knowledge of which was a common accomplishment not exclu- sively possessed by the learned , but also by the common people . The classic languages , not only the Latin , but even in an especial manner the Greek , were ...
... speak of music , a knowledge of which was a common accomplishment not exclu- sively possessed by the learned , but also by the common people . The classic languages , not only the Latin , but even in an especial manner the Greek , were ...
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... speaking , pushed me with his elbow , and we entered the court , while the others pursued their way . It took us ... speak , but one . Thousands of men must defile over this bridge , and , of neces- sity , take time in doing so . And ...
... speaking , pushed me with his elbow , and we entered the court , while the others pursued their way . It took us ... speak , but one . Thousands of men must defile over this bridge , and , of neces- sity , take time in doing so . And ...
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... speak truth , our friends and our bro- thers . They never turned from us in our hour of need ; they gave us the last drop of their blood . And what have we done for their unhappy country ? When I think of our in- gratitude , my heart ...
... speak truth , our friends and our bro- thers . They never turned from us in our hour of need ; they gave us the last drop of their blood . And what have we done for their unhappy country ? When I think of our in- gratitude , my heart ...
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... speak no more . had so much suffering , so many tears , so many thousands of lives gone for nothing - ay , worse than nothing , for the foe was at our homes . For an hour I could think of nothing else ; and even now , old and gray ...
... speak no more . had so much suffering , so many tears , so many thousands of lives gone for nothing - ay , worse than nothing , for the foe was at our homes . For an hour I could think of nothing else ; and even now , old and gray ...
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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.