The Irish Monthly Magazine, Volume 3McGlashan & Gill, 1875 |
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... truth to say that the turning points are just those pass- ages at which the hitherto divergent path of another runs in upon our own ; that the supreme force in moulding character is the sol- vent action or cohesive power of some higher ...
... truth to say that the turning points are just those pass- ages at which the hitherto divergent path of another runs in upon our own ; that the supreme force in moulding character is the sol- vent action or cohesive power of some higher ...
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... truths we fancy we believe , are no more than the phrases children have by rote , unless we see wisdom in action ... truth , that history is nothing more than a series of biographies ? Hero - worship may not be a reasonable.service ...
... truths we fancy we believe , are no more than the phrases children have by rote , unless we see wisdom in action ... truth , that history is nothing more than a series of biographies ? Hero - worship may not be a reasonable.service ...
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... truth - adoring mind reflect itself in the pages , and so vividly do those inimitable touches of humour and those bright descriptions of scenes and persons bring out the characteristics of her who was at once the mystic writer and the ...
... truth - adoring mind reflect itself in the pages , and so vividly do those inimitable touches of humour and those bright descriptions of scenes and persons bring out the characteristics of her who was at once the mystic writer and the ...
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... truth from none other , they learned it from her . If her words and her in- fluence proved unavailing , then she would take the victims of their injustice , or their cowardice , to her heart , comfort them , soothe away the bitterness ...
... truth from none other , they learned it from her . If her words and her in- fluence proved unavailing , then she would take the victims of their injustice , or their cowardice , to her heart , comfort them , soothe away the bitterness ...
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... truth is set down by an acute sophist as anthropomorphism , and the note once sounded is echoed , re - echoed , and prolonged in the lectures or rhapsodies of our cosmic prophets - such as Herbert Spencer and Mr. Tyndall . Now ...
... truth is set down by an acute sophist as anthropomorphism , and the note once sounded is echoed , re - echoed , and prolonged in the lectures or rhapsodies of our cosmic prophets - such as Herbert Spencer and Mr. Tyndall . Now ...
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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.