Irish Monthly Magazine, 25. sējums1897 |
No grāmatas satura
1.–5. rezultāts no 78.
6. lappuse
... things are represented in this dry catalogue of the stories told in the first twenty - five volumes of THE IRISH MONTHLY , THE CHRISTMAS TREE . A LEGEND OF NUREMBERG . HE town is wrapp'd in shroud of snow , THE The cold north winds ...
... things are represented in this dry catalogue of the stories told in the first twenty - five volumes of THE IRISH MONTHLY , THE CHRISTMAS TREE . A LEGEND OF NUREMBERG . HE town is wrapp'd in shroud of snow , THE The cold north winds ...
7. lappuse
... a Christmas tree . The things he longs for , all are there ; Such beauteous fruit , such blossoms rare No trees in earthly gardens bear , Nor mortal eyes can see . 46 He lifts his little aching head Up from the The Christmas Tree ,
... a Christmas tree . The things he longs for , all are there ; Such beauteous fruit , such blossoms rare No trees in earthly gardens bear , Nor mortal eyes can see . 46 He lifts his little aching head Up from the The Christmas Tree ,
12. lappuse
... things that had the greatest interest for her . Like the generality of those who have an exuberant vitality , she had a cheerful disposition . Her ready laughter was infectious , and people looked a second time at her long - lashed ...
... things that had the greatest interest for her . Like the generality of those who have an exuberant vitality , she had a cheerful disposition . Her ready laughter was infectious , and people looked a second time at her long - lashed ...
15. lappuse
... things who feel within us the impulse that achieves the greater ? Can we tend 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 ...
... things who feel within us the impulse that achieves the greater ? Can we tend 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 ...
32. lappuse
... things , the laughter must be sad : we remember that what we have seen are the weaknesses of our flesh ; and the laughter dies on our lips . We ask ourselves what manner of man is this , who has the power of investing with ridicule the ...
... things , the laughter must be sad : we remember that what we have seen are the weaknesses of our flesh ; and the laughter dies on our lips . We ask ourselves what manner of man is this , who has the power of investing with ridicule the ...
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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.