The Irish Monthly, Τόμος 8

Εξώφυλλο
McGlashan & Gill, 1880
 

Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων

Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις

Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα

Σελίδα 608 - In my Father's house are many mansions ; I go to prepare a place for you, and I will come again and receive you unto myself, that where I am there ye may be also.
Σελίδα 531 - Infierno te temiera; no me tienes que dar porque te quiera, pues aunque lo que espero no esperara, lo mismo que te quiero te quisiera.
Σελίδα 516 - Tis greatly wise to talk with our past hours ; And asK them, what report they bore to heaven ; And how they might have borne more welcome news.
Σελίδα 85 - But the sensual man perceiveth not these things that are of the Spirit of God, for it is foolishness to him, and he cannot understand, because it is spiritually examined.
Σελίδα 594 - Where there is neither Gentile nor Jew, circumcision nor uncircumcision, Barbarian nor Scythian, bond nor free. But Christ is all, and in all
Σελίδα 300 - It is better to go to the house of Mourning, than to the house of Feasting : for that is the end of all men: and the living will lay it to his heart.
Σελίδα 504 - MOTHER ! whose virgin bosom was uncrost With the least shade of thought to sin allied; Woman ! above all women glorified, Our tainted nature's solitary boast; Purer than foam on central ocean tost; Brighter than eastern skies at daybreak strewn With fancied roses, than the unblemished moon Before her wane begins on heaven's blue coast; Thy Image falls to earth.
Σελίδα 670 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Σελίδα 658 - O'er the four rivers the first roses blew, Came purer pleasure unto mortal kind Than lived thro' her, who in that perilous hour Put hand to hand beneath her husband's heart, And felt him hers again : she did not weep, But o'er her meek eyes came a happy mist Like that which kept the heart of Eden green Before the useful trouble of the rain...
Σελίδα 471 - Rattle his bones over the stones! He's only a pauper whom nobody owns!

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