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... Death . By John J. Hayden , LL.D. On the Cliff . By John J. Hayden , LL.D. In Memory of Father Matthew Russell , S.J. A Legend of Connemara . By R. M. G. Providence . By Magdalen Rock Her Coming . By Alice Furlong October Triolet . By ...
... Death . By John J. Hayden , LL.D. On the Cliff . By John J. Hayden , LL.D. In Memory of Father Matthew Russell , S.J. A Legend of Connemara . By R. M. G. Providence . By Magdalen Rock Her Coming . By Alice Furlong October Triolet . By ...
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... death , vices whether of drink or drug , uncanny dealings with the world of spirits , a sudden or a clearer call to God's more special service- these and many another humorous or tragic happening were skilfully brought into play , that ...
... death , vices whether of drink or drug , uncanny dealings with the world of spirits , a sudden or a clearer call to God's more special service- these and many another humorous or tragic happening were skilfully brought into play , that ...
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... death have dealt kindly with his writings and his fame . In a French bookseller's catalogue of February , 1914 , I notice twenty - three volumes from his pen advertised ; while the same list contains no less than six books by different ...
... death have dealt kindly with his writings and his fame . In a French bookseller's catalogue of February , 1914 , I notice twenty - three volumes from his pen advertised ; while the same list contains no less than six books by different ...
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... death to the trespasser - so intimate a part do the iron - lines play in this continental war . The motor - cars , too , have joined the ranks . Every car , big and small , has been pressed into service . They boarded the trains and ...
... death to the trespasser - so intimate a part do the iron - lines play in this continental war . The motor - cars , too , have joined the ranks . Every car , big and small , has been pressed into service . They boarded the trains and ...
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... death , on the battlefield . What has been written may not be very startling , nor very new ; it is from another land , where every fibre of the nation's nerve feels the pain and weariness of war . It is written in haste , for an ...
... death , on the battlefield . What has been written may not be very startling , nor very new ; it is from another land , where every fibre of the nation's nerve feels the pain and weariness of war . It is written in haste , for an ...
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Página 586 - What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Página 558 - Harry, I do not only marvel where thou spendest thy time, but also how thou art accompanied : for though the camomile, the more it is trodden on, the faster it grows, yet youth, the more it is wasted, the sooner it wears.
Página 279 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought; it is that from which all spring, and that which adorns all; and that which, if blighted, denies the fruit and the seed, and withholds from the barren world the nourishment and the succession of the scions of the tree of life.
Página 279 - It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes...
Página 280 - It creates anew the universe, after it has been annihilated in our minds by the recurrence of impressions blunted by reiteration.
Página 278 - There is this difference between a story and a poem, that a story is a catalogue of detached facts, which have no other connection than time, place, circumstance, cause and effect ; the other is the creation of actions according to the unchangeable forms of human nature, as existing in the mind of the Creator, which is itself the image of all other minds.
Página 582 - ... awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack ! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
Página 209 - 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.
Página 185 - ... walks — the lady of my delight— A shepherdess of sheep ; Her flocks are thoughts, she keeps them white, She guards them from the steep ; She feeds them on the fragrant height, And folds them in for sleep. She roams maternal hills and bright, Dark valleys safe and deep ; Into that tender breast at night The chastest stars may peep. She walks — the lady of my delight — A shepherdess of sheep.
Página 763 - And the people said unto Saul, Shall Jonathan die, who hath wrought this great salvation in Israel ? God forbid: as the LORD liveth, there shall not one hair of his head fall to the ground; for he hath wrought with God this day. So the people rescued Jonathan, that he died not.