Irish Monthly Magazine, 25. sējums1897 |
No grāmatas satura
1.5. rezultāts no 67.
8. lappuse
... flowers of my Christmas tree " 6 Thy little hand shall pluck . " The boy hears with a glad surprise , Upon his Saviour's breast he lies , And in that sweet embrace he dies ; The midnight hour has struck . Next morn a child was lying ...
... flowers of my Christmas tree " 6 Thy little hand shall pluck . " The boy hears with a glad surprise , Upon his Saviour's breast he lies , And in that sweet embrace he dies ; The midnight hour has struck . Next morn a child was lying ...
11. lappuse
... flowers perfumed the air and showed in bright patches of colour against the dark green ivy . There were comfortable offices at the back of the house ; in the haggard stood great stacks of hay and corn ; long reeks of turf lined the ...
... flowers perfumed the air and showed in bright patches of colour against the dark green ivy . There were comfortable offices at the back of the house ; in the haggard stood great stacks of hay and corn ; long reeks of turf lined the ...
12. lappuse
... flowers . No one had finer fowls or sent them to table better cooked ; her sausages and collared heads were celebrated ; and the whole domestic machinery in whose centre she moved , performed its complex evolutions with perfect ...
... flowers . No one had finer fowls or sent them to table better cooked ; her sausages and collared heads were celebrated ; and the whole domestic machinery in whose centre she moved , performed its complex evolutions with perfect ...
15. lappuse
... flowers who aspire to read the stars ? Can we give graceful utterance to flowers of rhetoric from a hard and angular tripod ? Few of us are so bad but we flatter ourselves we should have been better , only for some unfortunate ...
... flowers who aspire to read the stars ? Can we give graceful utterance to flowers of rhetoric from a hard and angular tripod ? Few of us are so bad but we flatter ourselves we should have been better , only for some unfortunate ...
22. lappuse
... flower of youth , And Vesta's temples were their gilded graves . And those were days , when other Virgins fed A hallowed flame that lit a hallowed shrine , That shone forth like a glory round their head , And made their pure hearts glow ...
... flower of youth , And Vesta's temples were their gilded graves . And those were days , when other Virgins fed A hallowed flame that lit a hallowed shrine , That shone forth like a glory round their head , And made their pure hearts glow ...
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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.