The American Catholic Quarterly Review, Volume 4James Andrew Corcoran, Patrick John Ryan, Edmond Francis Prendergast Hardy and Mahony, 1879 |
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... expression of a universal philosophy , embracing God , man , and nature ; and hence , nothing throws more light upon the real thought of an age than its views upon this subject . An attentive examina- tion of this matter will not only ...
... expression of a universal philosophy , embracing God , man , and nature ; and hence , nothing throws more light upon the real thought of an age than its views upon this subject . An attentive examina- tion of this matter will not only ...
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... expression he gives it is precise ; and he has translated his master's idea of God into the plainest and simplest language . " God , " says Mr. Matthew Arnold , " is the eternal power , not ourselves , which makes for righteousness ...
... expression he gives it is precise ; and he has translated his master's idea of God into the plainest and simplest language . " God , " says Mr. Matthew Arnold , " is the eternal power , not ourselves , which makes for righteousness ...
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... expression stretched to its full 1 Unde mox abbatissa amplexata gratiam Dei in viro , sęcularem illum habitum re- linquere , et monachicum suscipere propositum docuit . " Hist . Eccl . , " Lib . iv . cap . 24 . bent . None but the ...
... expression stretched to its full 1 Unde mox abbatissa amplexata gratiam Dei in viro , sęcularem illum habitum re- linquere , et monachicum suscipere propositum docuit . " Hist . Eccl . , " Lib . iv . cap . 24 . bent . None but the ...
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... Expressions so forcible and verses so harmonious laid strong hold upon the popular think- ing . The man singing so beautifully must have been inspired by Heaven . So thought the people . And some among them had a dim recollection of a ...
... Expressions so forcible and verses so harmonious laid strong hold upon the popular think- ing . The man singing so beautifully must have been inspired by Heaven . So thought the people . And some among them had a dim recollection of a ...
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... our Lord and God the Father . Notice that Cedmon gives the expression to the Rood , but nowhere in the poem uses it himself . And now the poet enters into himself and expresses his 30 American Catholic Quarterly Review .
... our Lord and God the Father . Notice that Cedmon gives the expression to the Rood , but nowhere in the poem uses it himself . And now the poet enters into himself and expresses his 30 American Catholic Quarterly Review .
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Page 107 - Her own shall bless her: Her foes shake like a field of beaten corn, And hang their heads with sorrow. Good grows with her; In her days every man shall eat in safety Under his own vine what he plants, and sing The merry songs of peace to all his neighbours.
Page 107 - This royal infant, — Heaven still move about her! — Though in her cradle, yet now promises Upon this land a thousand thousand blessings, Which time shall bring to ripeness: she shall be, — But few now living can behold that goodness, — A pattern to all princes living with her, And all that shall succeed...
Page 488 - IF thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say " I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently, — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and certes brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day " — For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee, — and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, — A creature might forget to weep,...
Page 115 - They say miracles are past ; and we have our philosophical persons, to make modern and familiar, things supernatural and causeless. Hence is it that we make trifles of terrors ; ensconcing ourselves into seeming knowledge, when we should submit ourselves to an unknown fear.
Page 113 - Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition : By that sin fell the angels ; how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by 't ? Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee : Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Page 19 - I see a glimpse of it!" cries he elsewhere: "there is in man a HIGHER than Love of Happiness: he can do without Happiness, and instead thereof find Blessedness! Was it not to preach forth this same HIGHER that sages and martyrs, the Poet and the Priest, in all times, have spoken and suffered; bearing testimony, through life and through death, of the Godlike that is in Man, and how in the Godlike only has he Strength and Freedom?
Page 11 - Fool! the Ideal is in thyself, the impediment too is in thyself: thy Condition is but the stuff thou art to shape that same Ideal out of...
Page 485 - The war, that for a space did fail, Now trebly thundering swelled the gale, And— STANLEY ! was the cry. A light on Marmion's visage spread, And fired his glazing eye ; With dying hand, above his head He shook the fragment of his blade, And shouted ' ' Victory l— Charge, Chester, charge ! on, Stanley, on ! ' Were the last words of Marmion.
Page 112 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble...
Page 485 - Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.