Irish Monthly Magazine, 35. köide1907 |
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... English , and Australian Catholic Truth Societies , etc. Tales of Fairy Folks . - Sodality of Our Lady . - The Story of Our Lord for Children . - Home for Good . - The School of Death.- In Thy Courts . - Catholic Truth Societies of ...
... English , and Australian Catholic Truth Societies , etc. Tales of Fairy Folks . - Sodality of Our Lady . - The Story of Our Lord for Children . - Home for Good . - The School of Death.- In Thy Courts . - Catholic Truth Societies of ...
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... English journals . We are obliged to consult for many classes of readers , and the contents of the magazine have not always been so solid or of so directly religious a character as might be desired ; but it has , we believe , done good ...
... English journals . We are obliged to consult for many classes of readers , and the contents of the magazine have not always been so solid or of so directly religious a character as might be desired ; but it has , we believe , done good ...
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... English as spoken by Italians in America . In this dialect Mr. Daly is a consummate master , and he can be pathetic in it as well as humorous . No wonder that many of his poems have gone the rounds of the American Press . He has wit ...
... English as spoken by Italians in America . In this dialect Mr. Daly is a consummate master , and he can be pathetic in it as well as humorous . No wonder that many of his poems have gone the rounds of the American Press . He has wit ...
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... English Martyrs of the Reformation period . Tyburn was the scene of their triumph , as Oxford had been of their call , and Douay of their training . " Father Camm makes very effective use of the poetry of Francis Thompson whom he calls ...
... English Martyrs of the Reformation period . Tyburn was the scene of their triumph , as Oxford had been of their call , and Douay of their training . " Father Camm makes very effective use of the poetry of Francis Thompson whom he calls ...
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... English eyes . But like so many portraits of men of a nationality alien to that of the writer , the picture is painted all in dark tints . We know the type well . His mental characteristics are a greedy lust of gold , a lust almost as ...
... English eyes . But like so many portraits of men of a nationality alien to that of the writer , the picture is painted all in dark tints . We know the type well . His mental characteristics are a greedy lust of gold , a lust almost as ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 178 - Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her ; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At...
Page 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.