The Dublin Review, Volume 167Nicholas Patrick Wiseman Tablet Publishing Company, 1920 |
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... wrote Oliver Plunket reporting this to Rome ( May 15th , 1679 ) . This month . one Hetherington escaped from prison and informed Shaftesbury of the plot in Ireland , who procured the transit of MacMoyer the Franciscan and Edmond Murphy ...
... wrote Oliver Plunket reporting this to Rome ( May 15th , 1679 ) . This month . one Hetherington escaped from prison and informed Shaftesbury of the plot in Ireland , who procured the transit of MacMoyer the Franciscan and Edmond Murphy ...
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Nicholas Patrick Wiseman. wrote to Arran : " Those that went out of Ireland with bad English and worse clothes are returned well bred gentlemen . Brogues and leather straps are converted to fashionable shoes and glittering buckles ...
Nicholas Patrick Wiseman. wrote to Arran : " Those that went out of Ireland with bad English and worse clothes are returned well bred gentlemen . Brogues and leather straps are converted to fashionable shoes and glittering buckles ...
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... wrote that to tell him priests were perfidious was " to preach to him that there is pain in the gout and he protests that he would be sooner rid of them than of that disease , " possibly the only martyrdom he could qualify for . At the ...
... wrote that to tell him priests were perfidious was " to preach to him that there is pain in the gout and he protests that he would be sooner rid of them than of that disease , " possibly the only martyrdom he could qualify for . At the ...
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... wrote to Ormonde : " Plunket hath deceived all men living for he told his tale with modesty and confidence enough and without any manner of hesitation or consternation . " From a letter of Arran we learn that " Murphy was the first ...
... wrote to Ormonde : " Plunket hath deceived all men living for he told his tale with modesty and confidence enough and without any manner of hesitation or consternation . " From a letter of Arran we learn that " Murphy was the first ...
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... Plot . Some of them . . . ( Edmond Murphy ) have recanted their former evidence and do endeavour to invalidate the testimony of others . " Meantime , as Father James Callaghan wrote to Ireland , 7 Blessed Oliver Plunket.
... Plot . Some of them . . . ( Edmond Murphy ) have recanted their former evidence and do endeavour to invalidate the testimony of others . " Meantime , as Father James Callaghan wrote to Ireland , 7 Blessed Oliver Plunket.
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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 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.