Father Butler: The Lough Dearg PilgrimCurry, 1839 - 229 sider |
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Side 150 - Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book! That they were graven with an iron pen and lead in the rock for ever!
Side 120 - The righteous perisheth, and no man layeth it to heart: and merciful men are taken away, none considering that the righteous are taken away from the evil to come.
Side 125 - But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long-sounding aisles and intermingled graves, Black Melancholy sits, and round her throws A death-like silence, and a dread repose : Her gloomy presence saddens all the scene, Shades every flower, and darkens every green ; Deepens the murmur of the falling floods, And breathes a browner horror on the woods.
Side 152 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Side 150 - After this I beheld, and lo, a great multitude, which no man could number, of all nations and kindreds and people and tongues, stood before the throne, and before the Lamb, clothed with white robes, and palms in their hands ; And cried with a loud voice ; saying; Salvation to our God which sitteth upon the throne, and unto the Lamb.
Side 201 - ... the Christian religion with a Juggernaut; - there is not on earth, I say, a regulation of a religious nature, more barbarous and inhuman than this. It has destroyed thousands since its establishment - has left children without parents, and parents childless. It has made wives widows, and torn from the disconsolate husband the mother of his children ; and is itself the monster which St. Patrick is said to have destroyed in the place - a monster, which is a complete and significant allegory of...
Side 147 - If there was any sewing, sir," said she, wiping her eyes with the corner of her apron, " that I could do for your good lady, sir " " But I am not married,
Side 208 - I have always thought that act to be one of the most degrading to human reason, and impious in the sight of God, of any I ever witnessed of a religious nature. The under jaw of the corpse hung down, his eyes were open, and stared with the wild glassy look of death, his nostrils were distended and filled with mucus, his hair was on end, and about his brows and the upper part of his face lay the froth of the perspiration which exuded in the agonies of death. There was the priest, rubbing his oil over...
Side 153 - ... accountable, — to neutralize the evil example of a bad life by this redeeming act of concentrated devotion. It is melancholy to perceive the fatal success to which the Church of Rome has attained, in making void the atonement of Christ by her traditions} and how every part of her complicated, but perfect, system, even to the minutest points, seizes upon some corresponding weakness of the human heart, thereby to bind it to her agreeable and stronc, delusions.
Side 164 - I do not remember. At last I came out upon the main road ; and you will be pleased to imagine to yourself the figure of a tall, gaunt, gawkish young man, dressed in a good suit of black cloth, with shirt and cravat like snow, striding solemnly along, without shoe or stocking ; for about this time, I was twelve miles from home, and blisters had already risen...