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Acadians beautiful Bishop Blessed called Catholic Truth Society child Church cried curé dear death delightful Dublin Elizabeth English Eucharist Eudist eyes face faith Father Didon Father Sigogne Fluffy forgive France French friends garden girl give God's Hail Mary hand happy heart heaven holy honour interesting Ireland Irish IRISH MONTHLY Jack Jesus John Katharine Tynan Kathleen ni Houlihan labour Lady laughed Lena letter literary live London look Lord Mary Mary's Bay Miss Evergreen Monsieur morning mother never night Norman Nova Scotia O'Cahan O'Connell Street Oliver Plunkett passed Phyllis poem poet poor pray prayer priest Rome round saints seems sister smile Society of Jesus soul story Street sure sweet tell Tessy thee things thou thought took voice volume words write XXXVII.-No young
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Strona 413 - This is the forest primeval ; but where are the hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman?
Strona 182 - Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific— and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise— Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Strona 49 - MASTER of human destinies am I. Fame, love, and fortune on my footsteps wait, Cities and fields I walk; I penetrate Deserts and seas remote, and, passing by Hovel, and mart, and palace, soon or late I knock unbidden, once at every gate! If sleeping, wake — if feasting, rise before I turn away. It is the hour of fate, And they who follow me reach every state Mortals desire, and conquer every foe Save death; but those who doubt or hesitate, Condemned to failure, penury and woe, Seek me in vain and...
Strona 470 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Strona 182 - Thou, For whose path the Atlantic's level powers Cleave themselves into chasms, while far below The sea-blooms and the oozy woods which wear The sapless foliage of the ocean know Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear.
Strona 49 - They do me wrong who say I come no more, When once I knock and fail to find you in; For every day I stand outside your door And bid you wake and rise to fight and win. Wail not for precious chances passed away ! Weep not for golden ages on the wane! Each night I burn the records of the day — At sunrise every soul is born again!
Strona 180 - Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Strona 50 - So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can...
Strona 278 - Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole mind. This is the greatest and the first commandment. And the second is like to this : Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.
Strona 259 - This grave contains all that was mortal of a young English poet, who, on his death-bed, in the bitterness of his heart at the malicious power of his enemies, desired these words to be engraven on his tombstone : " Here lies one whose name was writ in water...