Young Ladies' Illustrated ReaderCatholic Publ. Soc. Company, 1889 - 436 sider |
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Side 9
... Heart , 101 XXIII . Queen Isabella , 104 66 . XXIV . A Family Scene , 108 66 XXV . Our Titles , 113 " 6 XXVI . Sins of the Tongue ,. 114 66 XXVII . Evangeline , 117 • XXVIII . Thoughts for the End of the Year , 123 • 66 " XXIX . Hazel ...
... Heart , 101 XXIII . Queen Isabella , 104 66 . XXIV . A Family Scene , 108 66 XXV . Our Titles , 113 " 6 XXVI . Sins of the Tongue ,. 114 66 XXVII . Evangeline , 117 • XXVIII . Thoughts for the End of the Year , 123 • 66 " XXIX . Hazel ...
Side 28
... heart must I have to contem- plate , without emotion , that elevation and that fall ! Little did I dream , when she added titles of veneration to that enthusiastic , distant , respectful love , that she should ever be obliged to carry ...
... heart must I have to contem- plate , without emotion , that elevation and that fall ! Little did I dream , when she added titles of veneration to that enthusiastic , distant , respectful love , that she should ever be obliged to carry ...
Side 29
... heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an ex- alted freedom . 4. The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise , is gone ! It is gone , that ...
... heart , which kept alive , even in servitude itself , the spirit of an ex- alted freedom . 4. The unbought grace of life , the cheap defence of nations , the nurse of manly sentiment and heroic enterprise , is gone ! It is gone , that ...
Side 39
... heart had hardly time to beat Before a shallow , seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet ; The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee , And all the world was in the sea . 17. Upon the roofe we sat that ...
... heart had hardly time to beat Before a shallow , seething wave Sobbed in the grasses at oure feet ; The feet had hardly time to flee Before it brake against the knee , And all the world was in the sea . 17. Upon the roofe we sat that ...
Side 53
... heart pity was a vice , and severity against the ene- mies of his creed a virtue . The rigors of Mary's captivity were redoubled . For seventeen years she had been a captive , waiting vainly on Eliza- beth's broken promises of release ...
... heart pity was a vice , and severity against the ene- mies of his creed a virtue . The rigors of Mary's captivity were redoubled . For seventeen years she had been a captive , waiting vainly on Eliza- beth's broken promises of release ...
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Side 205 - CXLVI. Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth, Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array, Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth, Painting thy outward walls so costly gay ? Why so large cost, having so short a lease, Dost thou upon thy fading mansion spend ? Shall worms, inheritors of this excess, Eat up thy charge ? Is this thy body's end ? Then, soul, live thou upon thy servant's loss, And let that pine to aggravate thy store ; Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross ; Within be fed,...
Side 118 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Side 409 - Hell's grim tyrant feel th' eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care, Seeks freshest pasture, and the purest air ; Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects ; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms : Thus shall mankind his guardian care, engage, The promis'd father of the future age.
Side 28 - I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she just began to move in — glittering like the morning star, full of life, and splendour, and joy. Oh ! what a revolution ! and what a heart must I have to contemplate without emotion that elevation and that fall...
Side 119 - Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear, that reigns with the tyrant, and envy, the vice of republics.
Side 147 - Insect lover of the sun, Joy of thy dominion ! Sailor of the atmosphere; Swimmer through the waves of air; Voyager of light and noon ; Epicurean of June; Wait, I prithee, till I come Within earshot of thy hum, — All without is martyrdom. When the south wind, in May days, With a net of shining haze Silvers the horizon wall, And with softness touching all, Tints the human countenance With...
Side 121 - When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them...
Side 29 - Never, never more shall we behold that generous loyalty to rank and sex, that proud submission, that dignified obedience, that subordination of the heart, which kept alive, even in servitude itself, the spirit of an exalted freedom.
Side 121 - Firmly builded with rafters of oak, the house of the farmer Stood on the side of a hill commanding the sea ; and a shady Sycamore grew by the door, with a woodbine wreathing around it. Rudely carved was the porch, with seats beneath ; and a footpath Led through an orchard wide, and disappeared in the meadow.
Side 89 - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of strength and health, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.