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... hand of Providence to bring ahout the happy change which followed ; but there is no gratitude due to him for the ... hands . But the Catholic Layman illustrates the subject of keeping faith with heretics so admira- bly , when he ...
... hand of Providence to bring ahout the happy change which followed ; but there is no gratitude due to him for the ... hands . But the Catholic Layman illustrates the subject of keeping faith with heretics so admira- bly , when he ...
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... hands of the priesthood . Hence it was that Galileo in Italy was compelled to re- nounce , as a damnable heresy , those ... hand the works of the Primate of Ireland , and therefore I neither contradict nor allow the accu- racy of this ...
... hands of the priesthood . Hence it was that Galileo in Italy was compelled to re- nounce , as a damnable heresy , those ... hand the works of the Primate of Ireland , and therefore I neither contradict nor allow the accu- racy of this ...
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... hand Created thee , and spread thee o'er the plain Capacious as a world ; and girt thee round With high - tower'd walls , and bound thy gates with brass ; And taught the indignant river to endure Thy bridge of cedar and of palm , high ...
... hand Created thee , and spread thee o'er the plain Capacious as a world ; and girt thee round With high - tower'd walls , and bound thy gates with brass ; And taught the indignant river to endure Thy bridge of cedar and of palm , high ...
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... hand ; The bearded Elders sage , Though pale with thought and age : Those through whose bounteous and un- failing hands The tributary 1822. ] Milman's Belshazzar . 29.
... hand ; The bearded Elders sage , Though pale with thought and age : Those through whose bounteous and un- failing hands The tributary 1822. ] Milman's Belshazzar . 29.
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... hand waves to and fro , And marshals me the way to death - to death That still eludes me . Every blazing wall Breaks out in those red characters of fate ; And when I raise my sword to war , me- That dark - stoled Prophet stood between ...
... hand waves to and fro , And marshals me the way to death - to death That still eludes me . Every blazing wall Breaks out in those red characters of fate ; And when I raise my sword to war , me- That dark - stoled Prophet stood between ...
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Page 437 - Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.* Sweet, good night!
Page 263 - That whistle garrisoned the glen At once with full five hundred men, As if the yawning hill to heaven A subterranean host had given. Watching their leader's beck and will, All silent there they stood, and still. Like the loose crags, whose threatening mass Lay tottering o'er the hollow pass, As if an infant's touch' could urge Their headlong passage down the verge, With step and weapon forward flung, Upon the mountain-side they hung.
Page 189 - See the wretch that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again ; The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 174 - Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
Page 7 - And the servant of the Lord must not strive; but be gentle unto all men, apt to teach, patient, 25 In meekness instructing those that oppose themselves...
Page 134 - Lady Bird ! Lady Bird ! fly away home ; your house is on fire, your children will burn.
Page 154 - Englishman to foreign manners and notions, that requires the assistance of social sympathy to carry it off. As the distance from home increases, this relief, which was at first a luxury, becomes a passion and an appetite. A person would almost feel stifled to find himself in the deserts of Arabia without friends and countrymen: there must be allowed to be something in the view of Athens or old Rome that claims the utterance of speech ; and I own that the Pyramids are too mighty for any single contemplation.
Page 404 - Majesty's subjects from their oath of allegiance, upon any pretext whatsoever ? 3. Is there any principle in the tenets of the Catholic Faith, by which Catholics are justified in not keeping faith with heretics, or other persons differing from them in religious opinions, in any transaction, either of a public or a private nature ? The Universities answered unanimously — 1.
Page 154 - How fine it is to enter some old town, walled and turreted, just at the approach of nightfall, or to come to some straggling village, with the lights streaming through the surrounding gloom, and then, after inquiring for the best entertainment that the place affords, to " take one's ease at one's inn"! These eventful moments in our lives' history are too precious, too full of solid, heartfelt happiness to be frittered and dribbled away in imperfect sympathy.
Page 173 - Yet some, I ween, Not unforgiven the suppliant knee might bend, As to a visible Power, in which did blend All that was mixed and reconciled in Thee Of mother's love with maiden purity, Of high with low, celestial with terrene...