The Irish Monthly, 17. kötetMcGlashan & Gill, 1889 |
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Aengus Aghadoe artist asked aunt beautiful better Bishop bless blue bright Burke Catholic chiaroscuro Clonenagh clouds colour cried Culdee dark dear death door Dublin eyes face Father Daly Gaston girl give hand heart heaven holy Ireland IRISH MONTHLY Jean John O'Shanassy Katie laugh light living look Lord Mackenzie Mary mind Miss O'Neill Molly Molly's mother nature Nature's never night O'Carroll o'er old lady once paint picture poem poet poor prayer priest Raoul readers rondeau round saints Sally Samuel Ferguson Sauvigny shadow sister Sisters of Mercy smile song sonnet soul story sunshine sure sweet Tallaght tell tercets thee things Thomas D'Arcy McGee thou thought tone Treilles truth turned verse villanelle volume W. B. Yeats woman words writer young Young Ireland
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106. oldal - If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering: for he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea, driven with the wind, and tossed.
520. oldal - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home ! A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there, Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home ! home ! sweet, sweet home ! There's no place like home : there's no place like home.
192. oldal - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
299. oldal - ... there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when Nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certain* it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure.
299. oldal - it is a strange thing how little in general people know about the sky. It is the part of creation in which Nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man, more for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him and teaching him, than in any other of her works, and it is just the part in which we least attend to her.
299. oldal - The noblest scenes of the earth can be seen and known but by few; it is not intended that man should live always in the midst of them; he injures them by his presence, he ceases to feel them if he is always with them; but the sky is for all: bright as it is, it is not " too bright nor good For human nature's daily food...
104. oldal - And hope confoundeth not : because the charity of God is poured forth in our hearts, by the Holy Ghost, who is given to us.
327. oldal - A DAINTY thing's the Villanelle Sly, musical, a jewel in rhyme, It serves its purpose passing well. A double-clappered silver bell That must be made to clink in chime, A dainty thing's the Villanelle; And if you wish to flute a spell, Or ask a meeting 'neath the lime, It serves its purpose passing well. You must not ask of it the swell Of organs grandiose and sublime— A dainty thing's the Villanelle ; And, filled with sweetness, as a shell Is filled with sound, and launched in time, It serves its...
14. oldal - And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
104. oldal - I have given praise to thee, for the judgments of thy justice. 165 Much peace have they that love thy law ; and to them there is no stumbling-block.