Irish Monthly Magazine, 25. sējums1897 |
No grāmatas satura
1.–5. rezultāts no 63.
vi. lappuse
... Hope St. Joseph . By T. H. Wright Sic vos , non Vobis . By M. R. In Memory of my Father . By Alice Furlong On the Mer de Glace . By the Very Rev. P. A. Sheehan , | .P . 313 326 .. 350 .. .. 368 369 .. 378 .. 379 .. 415 433 439 Death ...
... Hope St. Joseph . By T. H. Wright Sic vos , non Vobis . By M. R. In Memory of my Father . By Alice Furlong On the Mer de Glace . By the Very Rev. P. A. Sheehan , | .P . 313 326 .. 350 .. .. 368 369 .. 378 .. 379 .. 415 433 439 Death ...
vii. lappuse
... Hope Bonchurch . By Dr. Montagu Griffin Domine Deus . By Jessie Tulloch A Friend . By Alice M. Morgan To Father .. .. .. .. After seeing M. Tissot's Pictures . By Rose Metcalfe White Roses . By Agnes Romilly White Blessed Thaddeus ...
... Hope Bonchurch . By Dr. Montagu Griffin Domine Deus . By Jessie Tulloch A Friend . By Alice M. Morgan To Father .. .. .. .. After seeing M. Tissot's Pictures . By Rose Metcalfe White Roses . By Agnes Romilly White Blessed Thaddeus ...
15. lappuse
... hope to be good ; but if we do not seek it to - day amidst the discordant elements of our lives , shall we be nearer to it to - morrow , though life may have changed into more musical rhythm ? If we do not master our natures this week ...
... hope to be good ; but if we do not seek it to - day amidst the discordant elements of our lives , shall we be nearer to it to - morrow , though life may have changed into more musical rhythm ? If we do not master our natures this week ...
25. lappuse
... hope draws nigh to me ! How oft my soul hath sought Him in the night ! And now , my God , my Love , I come to Thee ! " Nay , gentle headsman ! Why look grieved , why shake ? Send , send me to the God who took my Vows- Strike , boldly ...
... hope draws nigh to me ! How oft my soul hath sought Him in the night ! And now , my God , my Love , I come to Thee ! " Nay , gentle headsman ! Why look grieved , why shake ? Send , send me to the God who took my Vows- Strike , boldly ...
37. lappuse
... light of the dawn when I heard a sufferer moan in pain , or sigh in weariness , I would have given much to have had a voice so that I might have spoken some words of comfort and hope to the tiny one bearing so patiently its heavy Dolly .
... light of the dawn when I heard a sufferer moan in pain , or sigh in weariness , I would have given much to have had a voice so that I might have spoken some words of comfort and hope to the tiny one bearing so patiently its heavy Dolly .
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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.