Irish Monthly Magazine, 25. sējums1897 |
No grāmatas satura
1.–5. rezultāts no 78.
7. lappuse
His clothes are ragged , thin , and torn ; His little face by hunger worn , Of all its childish beauty shorn , His mother scarce would know . All those he loved are lying dead , There is no shelter for his head , No helping hand to give ...
His clothes are ragged , thin , and torn ; His little face by hunger worn , Of all its childish beauty shorn , His mother scarce would know . All those he loved are lying dead , There is no shelter for his head , No helping hand to give ...
14. lappuse
... face of all things , giving a wilder sweetness to the perfumed days and fulfilling that self - created vision in which she beheld herself acting a prominent part - happy in the love of one and the admiration of many . As Ethna had a ...
... face of all things , giving a wilder sweetness to the perfumed days and fulfilling that self - created vision in which she beheld herself acting a prominent part - happy in the love of one and the admiration of many . As Ethna had a ...
17. lappuse
... face , as he took the book out of her hands . " I should be very sorry to hasten my movements for any man , " said Ethna , growing indignant . VOL . XXV . No 283 " Quite right , not worth the trouble . I Through the Dark Night . 17 A ...
... face , as he took the book out of her hands . " I should be very sorry to hasten my movements for any man , " said Ethna , growing indignant . VOL . XXV . No 283 " Quite right , not worth the trouble . I Through the Dark Night . 17 A ...
18. lappuse
... face of man , my fair cousin . I was a beardless boy in those days . It makes me feel as if I were my own grandfather to see you grown into a woman . ” " I suppose you will stay at the Lodge for awhile . " " Yes . I am home now on sick ...
... face of man , my fair cousin . I was a beardless boy in those days . It makes me feel as if I were my own grandfather to see you grown into a woman . ” " I suppose you will stay at the Lodge for awhile . " " Yes . I am home now on sick ...
32. lappuse
... . We ask ourselves what manner of man is this , who has the power of investing with ridicule the primal tragedy of sin ? We turn to the author's face for comfort , and to glean his meaning , and we are met 32 The Irish Monthly .
... . We ask ourselves what manner of man is this , who has the power of investing with ridicule the primal tragedy of sin ? We turn to the author's face for comfort , and to glean his meaning , and we are met 32 The Irish Monthly .
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Populāri fragmenti
39. lappuse - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
305. lappuse - ... in him we live, and move, and have our being; as certain even of your own poets have said, For we are also his offspring.
43. lappuse - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
42. lappuse - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
42. lappuse - Let it flame or fade, and the war roll down like a wind, We have proved we have hearts in a cause, we are noble still, And myself have awaked, as it seems, to the better mind ; It is better to fight for the good, than to rail at the ill ; I have felt with my native land, I am one with my kind, I embrace the purpose of God, and the doom assign'd.
42. lappuse - There lives more faith in honest doubt, Believe me, than in half the creeds.
648. lappuse - In a higher world it is otherwise, but here below to live is to change, and to be perfect is to have changed often.
585. lappuse - And he went about all Galilee, teaching in their synagogues and preaching the gospel of the kingdom and healing every disease and every infirmity among the people.
283. lappuse - For we have not here a lasting city, but we seek one that is to come.
586. lappuse - I'mt we will give ourselves continually to prayer and to the ministry of the word.