The Irish Monthly Magazine, Volume 3McGlashan & Gill, 1875 |
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Page 89
... she is would tell a lie to save a life . ' Tis a wonderful creature that . With those great eyes of hers fixed on you with a pleading look , a man feels he must do what she asks and not cross her . Well , when A Pearl in Dark Waters . 89.
... she is would tell a lie to save a life . ' Tis a wonderful creature that . With those great eyes of hers fixed on you with a pleading look , a man feels he must do what she asks and not cross her . Well , when A Pearl in Dark Waters . 89.
Page 90
... look did she lose . She hung upon each syllable , she treasured up each glance . The love of their childhood , the affection of their riper years , which had seemed to be dried up and withered in her heart , sprang forth in life and ...
... look did she lose . She hung upon each syllable , she treasured up each glance . The love of their childhood , the affection of their riper years , which had seemed to be dried up and withered in her heart , sprang forth in life and ...
Page 92
... look of astonished rapture transformed her face . The colour came into her cheeks . Her hands dropped the crucifix and were locked together . Yea , Mar- gery , oft hast thou meditated on Him , oft hast thy heart pictured His " mild and ...
... look of astonished rapture transformed her face . The colour came into her cheeks . Her hands dropped the crucifix and were locked together . Yea , Mar- gery , oft hast thou meditated on Him , oft hast thy heart pictured His " mild and ...
Page 96
... look so directed . " I wonder where she is going ! Is it to get the key ? " thought Mary George , as the young girl , having said to her : " Excuse me a moment ! " hastily rose and left the room . It was to her that her employer would look ...
... look so directed . " I wonder where she is going ! Is it to get the key ? " thought Mary George , as the young girl , having said to her : " Excuse me a moment ! " hastily rose and left the room . It was to her that her employer would look ...
Page 97
... look out anxiously for letters , seem nervous as he opened and relieved when he had read them ? Since he had no children to be anxious about , no friends so valued as to make his hand shake or his breath come short in anticipa- tion of ...
... look out anxiously for letters , seem nervous as he opened and relieved when he had read them ? Since he had no children to be anxious about , no friends so valued as to make his hand shake or his breath come short in anticipa- tion of ...
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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.