Irish Monthly Magazine, Volumen351907 |
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... Nature . By Rev. David Bearne , S. J. Other People's Lanterns . By Lena Butler Some Recent Poetry Shadow and Substance . By Rev. D. Bearne , S.J. A Reverie . By Y. T. L. Elegies and Epitaphs . By Rev. M. Watson , S.J ... Little Essays ...
... Nature . By Rev. David Bearne , S. J. Other People's Lanterns . By Lena Butler Some Recent Poetry Shadow and Substance . By Rev. D. Bearne , S.J. A Reverie . By Y. T. L. Elegies and Epitaphs . By Rev. M. Watson , S.J ... Little Essays ...
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... with the lame hind leg gave us many a laugh , when he was hauled in ( not bodily ) to illustrate , in a homely way , some sacred dogmatic truth . R. O. K. " N THE RETURN TO NATURE OTHING is so soothing SHOWS AND TRAMPS 27.
... with the lame hind leg gave us many a laugh , when he was hauled in ( not bodily ) to illustrate , in a homely way , some sacred dogmatic truth . R. O. K. " N THE RETURN TO NATURE OTHING is so soothing SHOWS AND TRAMPS 27.
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" N THE RETURN TO NATURE OTHING is so soothing as the company of an affec- tionate child , " says Zimmerman , the author of a book that was translated into every language in Europe , and one that in these ... Nature By Rev David Bearne, S J.
" N THE RETURN TO NATURE OTHING is so soothing as the company of an affec- tionate child , " says Zimmerman , the author of a book that was translated into every language in Europe , and one that in these ... Nature By Rev David Bearne, S J.
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... natural it is not necessary to become a wild man of the woods , still less a misanthrope or a misogynist . The true return to nature means the rejection of a spurious civilization for a genuine one ; the giving up of a complex system of ...
... natural it is not necessary to become a wild man of the woods , still less a misanthrope or a misogynist . The true return to nature means the rejection of a spurious civilization for a genuine one ; the giving up of a complex system of ...
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... Nature is my oldest friend , " writes the Lady Bedingfield of a bygone period . More courageous than many of her con- temporaries , once her duties to her royal mistress and to society were performed she cultivated her oldest friendship ...
... Nature is my oldest friend , " writes the Lady Bedingfield of a bygone period . More courageous than many of her con- temporaries , once her duties to her royal mistress and to society were performed she cultivated her oldest friendship ...
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Página 124 - Now we are engaged in a great civil war testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battlefield of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
Página 607 - The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade...
Página 129 - ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse: Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother: Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair, and learned, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Página 178 - Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her ; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At...
Página 246 - The roaring camp-fire, with rude humor, painted The ruddy tints of health On haggard face and form that drooped and fainted In the fierce race for wealth; Till one arose, and from his pack's scant treasure A hoarded volume drew, And cards were dropped from hands of listless leisure To hear the tale anew. And then, while round them shadows gathered faster, And as the firelight fell, He read aloud the book wherein the Master Had writ of "Little Nell.
Página 400 - The ill-timed truth we might have kept — Who knows how sharp it pierced and stung? The word we had not sense to say — Who knows how grandly it had rung? "Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all; But for our blunders — oh, in shame Before the eyes of heaven we fall. "Earth bears no balsam for mistakes; Men crown the knave, and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me, a fool!
Página 170 - A SUPERSCRIPTION. LOOK in my face ; my name is Might-have-been ; I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell ; Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between ; Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell Is now a shaken shadow intolerable, Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen. Mark...
Página 399 - The jester doffed his cap and bells, And stood the mocking court before; They could not see the bitter smile Behind the painted grin he wore. He bowed his head, and bent his knee Upon the monarch's silken stool; His pleading voice arose...
Página 697 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, i Sleep to wake.
Página 110 - Ring out false pride in place and blood, The civic slander and the spite ; Ring in the love of truth and right, Ring in the common love of good. Ring out old shapes of foul disease, Ring out the narrowing lust of gold ; Ring out the thousand wars of old, Ring in the thousand years of peace. Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand ; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.