The Dublin Review, Volume 167Nicholas Patrick Wiseman Tablet Publishing Company, 1920 |
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... lived in Ireland upon the benevolence of others and being brought to Dundalk last July when his trial was put off for want of sufficient proof and having spent there his small stock providing several witnesses for the defence of his ...
... lived in Ireland upon the benevolence of others and being brought to Dundalk last July when his trial was put off for want of sufficient proof and having spent there his small stock providing several witnesses for the defence of his ...
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... promised her marriage . Having found him she challenged him at sword and pistol ; but he , choosing rather to settle the quarrel amicably , all ended peacefully in marriage . That they lived happily ever afterwards we 34 At the Tomb of.
... promised her marriage . Having found him she challenged him at sword and pistol ; but he , choosing rather to settle the quarrel amicably , all ended peacefully in marriage . That they lived happily ever afterwards we 34 At the Tomb of.
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Nicholas Patrick Wiseman. in marriage . That they lived happily ever afterwards we have no reason to doubt . At all events in 1705 Donna Maria was still drawing her pay as Captain . One after the other misfortunes fall upon the city . In ...
Nicholas Patrick Wiseman. in marriage . That they lived happily ever afterwards we have no reason to doubt . At all events in 1705 Donna Maria was still drawing her pay as Captain . One after the other misfortunes fall upon the city . In ...
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... lived to imprint a fastidious style upon a generation of callow poets . But he chose , though he could not have preferred , the lonely and unre- sponsive corridors of a Jesuit house , and he instructed an amused and unadoring class in ...
... lived to imprint a fastidious style upon a generation of callow poets . But he chose , though he could not have preferred , the lonely and unre- sponsive corridors of a Jesuit house , and he instructed an amused and unadoring class in ...
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... lived for twenty years afterwards , and suffered much for the cause he had made his own . Every work of reference I have consulted agrees with the dictum * See Signor Damiani's letter in The Spiritualist , March 15th , 1873 , PP . 140-1 ...
... lived for twenty years afterwards , and suffered much for the cause he had made his own . Every work of reference I have consulted agrees with the dictum * See Signor Damiani's letter in The Spiritualist , March 15th , 1873 , PP . 140-1 ...
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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.
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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.