The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal, Svazek 67,Svazek 69W. Curry, jun., and Company, 1866 |
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Strana 43
... which we will conclude the chapter- " This year St. Benedict the Abbot , Father of all Monks , went to Heaven . " 66 How disgusted Kate grew with herself , and with 1866. ] 43 The Rise and Influence of English Monachism . 3133.
... which we will conclude the chapter- " This year St. Benedict the Abbot , Father of all Monks , went to Heaven . " 66 How disgusted Kate grew with herself , and with 1866. ] 43 The Rise and Influence of English Monachism . 3133.
Strana 44
... Kate grew with herself , and with the mothers and children ; her sole gleam of comfort arising from the fact that a few old women had complained , with feeble senility , of the length of time that had passed since she had been seen by ...
... Kate grew with herself , and with the mothers and children ; her sole gleam of comfort arising from the fact that a few old women had complained , with feeble senility , of the length of time that had passed since she had been seen by ...
Strana 45
... Kate seemed to breathe freer when she was alone ; she sat down on the bed and touched one of the hands lying there so use- less , nerveless , so utterly , eternally idle . She could do no good there ; that was certain - not the least ...
... Kate seemed to breathe freer when she was alone ; she sat down on the bed and touched one of the hands lying there so use- less , nerveless , so utterly , eternally idle . She could do no good there ; that was certain - not the least ...
Strana 46
... Kate went on , sitting there , at the foot of the low bed , not shrinking from the contact with the poor chilling rags , motion- less ; and the only sound in the room was the heavy stertorous breathing that was going to stop so soon ...
... Kate went on , sitting there , at the foot of the low bed , not shrinking from the contact with the poor chilling rags , motion- less ; and the only sound in the room was the heavy stertorous breathing that was going to stop so soon ...
Strana 47
... Kate there still , and the bull- dog apparently also considered her de trop , " for he growled in a not very conciliatory manner , and ap- peared to have his thoughts filled with pinning in general . Kate rose up with great dignity off ...
... Kate there still , and the bull- dog apparently also considered her de trop , " for he growled in a not very conciliatory manner , and ap- peared to have his thoughts filled with pinning in general . Kate rose up with great dignity off ...
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Strana 514 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Strana 444 - True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Strana 299 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Strana 96 - But doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age: Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour? No: The world must be peopled. When I said, I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.— Here comes Beatrice : By this day, she's a fair lady : I do spy some marks of love in her.
Strana 459 - Our life is two-fold : Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence : Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy...
Strana 185 - MILTON ! thou shouldst be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Strana 168 - All the earth doth worship thee, the Father everlasting. To thee all Angels cry aloud, the Heavens and all the Powers therein. To thee Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.
Strana 58 - How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear Charmer away!
Strana 34 - Howbeit Jesus suffered him not, but saith unto him, Go home to thy friends, and tell them how great things the Lord hath done for thee, and hath had compassion on thee.
Strana 299 - A light is past from the revolving year, And man, and woman; and what still is dear Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither. The soft sky smiles, — the low wind whispers near: 'Tis Adonais calls! oh, hasten thither, No more let Life divide what Death can join together.