The Dublin Review, Volume 167Nicholas Patrick Wiseman Tablet Publishing Company, 1920 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 34
Page 8
... Edward FitzHarris , who was to be Plunket's fellow sufferer . At best he was " indifferent honest . " The other Judges were Thomas Jones , who " being of Welsh extraction was apt to be warm , " and William Dolben , brother of the ...
... Edward FitzHarris , who was to be Plunket's fellow sufferer . At best he was " indifferent honest . " The other Judges were Thomas Jones , who " being of Welsh extraction was apt to be warm , " and William Dolben , brother of the ...
Page 15
... Edward FitzHarris from the Lieutenant of the Tower , which was brought on a sledge through the City to Newgate , where Oliver Plunket being put in a sledge they were both drawn to Tyburn with a great guard and many spectators attending ...
... Edward FitzHarris from the Lieutenant of the Tower , which was brought on a sledge through the City to Newgate , where Oliver Plunket being put in a sledge they were both drawn to Tyburn with a great guard and many spectators attending ...
Page 20
... Edward Sheldon . Ralphe Sheldon . Although this document is not dated until eleven months after the event it records , the care with which it is drawn up is evident . It is engrossed on parchment and Hands armes . The hand arm is the ...
... Edward Sheldon . Ralphe Sheldon . Although this document is not dated until eleven months after the event it records , the care with which it is drawn up is evident . It is engrossed on parchment and Hands armes . The hand arm is the ...
Page 114
... old feud of Welsh and English broke out again , the leaders of the Welsh faction being the two brothers John and Edward Bennett . Theirs , they claimed , was the patriotic party and their object 114 Wales and the Reformation.
... old feud of Welsh and English broke out again , the leaders of the Welsh faction being the two brothers John and Edward Bennett . Theirs , they claimed , was the patriotic party and their object 114 Wales and the Reformation.
Page 153
... Edward Horner . Finally he himself " passed through the door- way of no ignoble death , " indeed what is described by an eye - witness as an exceedingly gallant death . Among his effects the poem which was found in a copy of the ...
... Edward Horner . Finally he himself " passed through the door- way of no ignoble death , " indeed what is described by an eye - witness as an exceedingly gallant death . Among his effects the poem which was found in a copy of the ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Aloysius Anglican Archbishop Arthur attd Bernard bishops Black Watch Capt Cardinal Catholic Charles Christian Church College Connaught Rangers Council Cyril Disraeli Disraeli's doctrine Dublin Fusiliers Edward Empress England English faith fate Father Foster Francis French George Gerald German Gordon Highlanders Granderath Grenadier Guards Henry Holy Hugh infallibility Inniskg Ireland Irish Fusiliers Irish Guards Irish Regt Irish Rifles James Jesuit John Joseph King King's Liverpool King's Liverpool Regt Labour Lancaster Regt Lancs Fusiliers Lancs Regt Lce.-Cpl Leinster Regt letter Lingard London Regt Lord Lt.-Col Major Manchester Regt Middlesex Regt Munster Fusiliers Murphy Oliver Plunket papal Papal Infallibility Patrick Philip Plunket Pope priest religion Robert Roman Rome Scots Scots Guards Sec.-Lt Shropshire spirit Spring-Rice Staffs Regt Surrey Surrey Regt Sussex Regt Syon Syon Abbey Thomas tion Vatican Warwickshire Welsh Wilfrid William Worcs Regt words writes wrote Yorks Regt
Popular passages
Page 44 - NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry / can no more. I can ; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be. But ah, but O thou terrible, why wouldst thou rude on me Thy wring-world right foot rock ? lay a lionlimb against me ? scan With darksome devouring eyes my bruised bones ? and fan, O in turns of tempest, me heaped there; me frantic to avoid thee and flee?
Page 41 - I whirled out wings that spell And fled with a fling of the heart to the heart of the Host.
Page 44 - I say more: the just man justices; Keeps grace : that keeps all his goings graces ; Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is Christ - for Christ plays in ten thousand places, Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his To the Father through the features of men's faces.
Page 61 - First saw the Northern Lights. My eye was caught by beams of light and dark very like the crown of horny rays the sun makes behind a cloud. At first I thought of silvery cloud until I saw that these were more luminous and did not dim the clearness of the stars in the Bear. They rose slightly radiating thrown out from the earthline.
Page 41 - But how shall I ... make me room there: Reach me a ... Fancy, come faster — Strike you the sight of it? look at it loom there, Thing that she . . . there then! the Master, Ipse the only one, Christ, King, Head...
Page 120 - Alto fato di Dio sarebbe rotto, Se Lete si passasse, e tal vivanda Fosse gustata senza alcuno scotto Di pentimento che lagrime spanda.
Page 19 - Of listening crowds with jealousies and fears Of arbitrary counsels brought to light, And proves the king himself a Jebusite. Weak arguments! which yet he knew full well, Were strong with people easy to rebel.
Page 48 - MY aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, are all felled; Of a fresh and following folded rank Not spared, not one That dandled a sandalled Shadow that swam or sank On meadow and river and wind-wandering weedwinding bank.
Page 49 - Day) they were reading in the refectory Sister Emmerich's account of the Agony in the Garden and I suddenly began to cry and sob and could not stop. I put it down for this reason, that if I had been asked a minute beforehand I should have said that nothing of the sort was going to happen and even...
Page 153 - Achilles came to Troyland, And I to Chersonese : He turned from wrath to battle, And I from three days' peace. Was it so hard, Achilles, So very hard to die ? Thou knowest and I know not, So much the happier I.