The Irish Monthly Magazine, Volume 3McGlashan & Gill, 1875 |
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... poor sinners who had been converted by her prayers ; or seen in the Para- diso in an ecstasy of measureless thanksgiving , and intercession that asks but to receive . One must make a rapid descent from the inhabited part of the city to ...
... poor sinners who had been converted by her prayers ; or seen in the Para- diso in an ecstasy of measureless thanksgiving , and intercession that asks but to receive . One must make a rapid descent from the inhabited part of the city to ...
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... poor and suffering . Much as she would have liked to retire again into the hidden life , it soon became impossible for her to do so . Her ardent zeal and superabounding charity , the manifest power of her prayers , and the extraordinary ...
... poor and suffering . Much as she would have liked to retire again into the hidden life , it soon became impossible for her to do so . Her ardent zeal and superabounding charity , the manifest power of her prayers , and the extraordinary ...
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... poor . In those times of distress she would be up before the dawn , collecting the wine and oil and bread she wanted for her pensioners ; and when the bell of the Palazzo rang over the city and it was lawful for the inhabitants to ...
... poor . In those times of distress she would be up before the dawn , collecting the wine and oil and bread she wanted for her pensioners ; and when the bell of the Palazzo rang over the city and it was lawful for the inhabitants to ...
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... poor weak infant cannot taste for its bitterness .. " O most gentle loving Jesus ! " she exclaims , " you have done even as the tender mother : you have taken the intolerable remedy . You have borne the pains , the opprobrium , the ill ...
... poor weak infant cannot taste for its bitterness .. " O most gentle loving Jesus ! " she exclaims , " you have done even as the tender mother : you have taken the intolerable remedy . You have borne the pains , the opprobrium , the ill ...
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... poor ; kept very close to her friend ; and , desiring to wear the same habit , soon became enrolled among the Mantellate . Cathe- rine used to spend days and weeks and months with Alessia . One day the latter saw as she stood at the ...
... poor ; kept very close to her friend ; and , desiring to wear the same habit , soon became enrolled among the Mantellate . Cathe- rine used to spend days and weeks and months with Alessia . One day the latter saw as she stood at the ...
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Page 43 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel, But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledged comrade.
Page 29 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us (And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in must be happy.
Page 285 - From his cradle, He was a scholar, and a ripe, and good one; Exceeding wise, fair spoken, and persuading: Lofty, and sour, to them that lov'd him not; But, to those men that sought him, sweet as summer.
Page 456 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 457 - A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." Strange to me now are the forms I meet When I visit the dear old town ; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each wellknown street, As they balance up and down, Are singing the beautiful song, Are sighing and whispering still : " A boy^ will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 456 - I remember the black wharves and the slips, And the sea-tides tossing free; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips, And the beauty and mystery of the ships, And the magic of the sea. And the voice of that wayward song Is singing and saying still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 399 - in any way" suffer you that are Papists, where I can find you seducing the People, or by any overt act violating the Laws established ; but if you come into my hands, I shall cause to be inflicted the punishments appointed by the Laws, — to use your own term, secundum gravitatem delicti?* — upon you; and
Page 285 - And though he were unsatisfied in getting, (Which was a sin,) yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely: Ever witness for him Those twins of learning, that he rais'd in you, Ipswich, and Oxford!
Page 285 - Oxford! one of which fell with him, Unwilling to outlive the good that did it ; The other, though unfinish'd, yet so famous, So excellent in art, and still so rising, That Christendom shall ever speak his virtue. His overthrow heap'd happiness upon him ; For then, and not till then, he felt himself, And found the blessedness of being little : And, to add greater honours to his age Than man could give him, he died, fearing God.
Page 456 - The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.