Irish Monthly Magazine, 35. köide1907 |
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... true return to nature means the rejection of a spurious civilization for a genuine one ; the giving up of a complex system of life for one so simple and so refined that Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude . To shun the ...
... true return to nature means the rejection of a spurious civilization for a genuine one ; the giving up of a complex system of life for one so simple and so refined that Society is all but rude To this delicious solitude . To shun the ...
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... true one . Few children are now born and brought up in a city , saving the little ones of the indigent poor who have not energy enough to break away from the squalor of the slums . But even for the few whose life - conditions are not ...
... true one . Few children are now born and brought up in a city , saving the little ones of the indigent poor who have not energy enough to break away from the squalor of the slums . But even for the few whose life - conditions are not ...
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... true country , our real home , heaven . When the blessing was given and the second Adoremus in aeternum sung , she still knelt on . The altar tapers were extinguished , and presently the church was dark except for the glimmer of the ...
... true country , our real home , heaven . When the blessing was given and the second Adoremus in aeternum sung , she still knelt on . The altar tapers were extinguished , and presently the church was dark except for the glimmer of the ...
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... true one . But then the old darkness comes back , and envelopes all round , and we are too wont to take up our old scale of values again ; but by struggling bravely and preserving the memory of what we have seen when there was light ...
... true one . But then the old darkness comes back , and envelopes all round , and we are too wont to take up our old scale of values again ; but by struggling bravely and preserving the memory of what we have seen when there was light ...
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... true poet whose originality takes the very unusual form of compression , concentration , excessive brevity . The " Medical Student , " whose " Misadventures " Richard Dalton Williams sang so cleverly sixty years ago , rewarded his ...
... true poet whose originality takes the very unusual form of compression , concentration , excessive brevity . The " Medical Student , " whose " Misadventures " Richard Dalton Williams sang so cleverly sixty years ago , rewarded his ...
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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.