Young Ladies' Illustrated ReaderCatholic Publ. Soc. Company, 1889 - 436 sider |
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Side 68
... remained of the once pellucid pool . Poor little brook ! if it had erred greatly , was it not greatly humbled ? Night came again ; but darkness was on the face of the unhappy brook , and well for it that it was total darkness ; for in ...
... remained of the once pellucid pool . Poor little brook ! if it had erred greatly , was it not greatly humbled ? Night came again ; but darkness was on the face of the unhappy brook , and well for it that it was total darkness ; for in ...
Side 69
... remained of the poor little brook than just so many drops as filled the hollow of one of those large pebbles which had paved its unsullied basin in the day of its brightness and beauty . But never , in the season of its brightest ...
... remained of the poor little brook than just so many drops as filled the hollow of one of those large pebbles which had paved its unsullied basin in the day of its brightness and beauty . But never , in the season of its brightest ...
Side 70
... remained of the pure little brook was sure to be exhausted by the next day's fiery trial , it would but change its visible form , to become an imperishable essence ; and who can tell whether the elementary nature , so purged from ...
... remained of the pure little brook was sure to be exhausted by the next day's fiery trial , it would but change its visible form , to become an imperishable essence ; and who can tell whether the elementary nature , so purged from ...
Side 154
... remained during Mass in the sacristy , and the kind and sympathizing nuns , who were weeping and praying for her in the chapel , have recorded some of her words , as she spoke as if face to face with our Lord , and , with her usual ...
... remained during Mass in the sacristy , and the kind and sympathizing nuns , who were weeping and praying for her in the chapel , have recorded some of her words , as she spoke as if face to face with our Lord , and , with her usual ...
Side 155
... remained the whole day , making acts of love , thanksgiving , and submission , and being in all things the gentlest , sweetest , and most docile mourner that can ever be imagined . Nothing kept her alive in her great sorrow but the life ...
... remained the whole day , making acts of love , thanksgiving , and submission , and being in all things the gentlest , sweetest , and most docile mourner that can ever be imagined . Nothing kept her alive in her great sorrow but the life ...
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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.