Irish Monthly Magazine, 25. sējums1897 |
No grāmatas satura
1.5. rezultāts no 80.
v. lappuse
... Nature in English Poetry . - Cromwell in Ireland . - Pius the Seventh . - Moran's Spring Annual . - Scripture Manuals for Christian Schools , etc. .. · .. .. St. Joseph's Anthology . - The Formation of Christendom . - The Value of Life ...
... Nature in English Poetry . - Cromwell in Ireland . - Pius the Seventh . - Moran's Spring Annual . - Scripture Manuals for Christian Schools , etc. .. · .. .. St. Joseph's Anthology . - The Formation of Christendom . - The Value of Life ...
5. lappuse
... natural conversation we have nowhere met with than this writer gives us . But one often needs a touch of Scotch to follow the dialogue quickly . The other serial story of our twenty - fourth volume was " Bogwort , " by M. E. Connolly ...
... natural conversation we have nowhere met with than this writer gives us . But one often needs a touch of Scotch to follow the dialogue quickly . The other serial story of our twenty - fourth volume was " Bogwort , " by M. E. Connolly ...
11. lappuse
... impelling her to study human nature ; so the wickedness of the world was to her a vague abstraction , and in no wise diminished her predilection for her fellow - creatures . She had not the remotest perception Through the Dark Night . 11.
... impelling her to study human nature ; so the wickedness of the world was to her a vague abstraction , and in no wise diminished her predilection for her fellow - creatures . She had not the remotest perception Through the Dark Night . 11.
12. lappuse
... nature , her warm - heartedness , but she was self - centered , passionate , and at the mercy of her impulses , The mother never aspired to higher levels than the one on which she wended the quiet tenor of her way ; the daughter was ...
... nature , her warm - heartedness , but she was self - centered , passionate , and at the mercy of her impulses , The mother never aspired to higher levels than the one on which she wended the quiet tenor of her way ; the daughter was ...
17. lappuse
... natures who will not feed on " flesh pots " but among the lilies . She was aroused by a move- ment near her , and looking up saw a dark , handsome young man , looking down on her with critical eyes . " You are Ethna Moore , " he said ...
... natures who will not feed on " flesh pots " but among the lilies . She was aroused by a move- ment near her , and looking up saw a dark , handsome young man , looking down on her with critical eyes . " You are Ethna Moore , " he said ...
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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.