Hogg's Weekly Instructor, 1-2. kötetJ. Hogg, 1848 |
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4. oldal
... church of St John disorderly , and altogether incapable of repressing the Lateran . A numerous assembly of nobles ... church of St Angelo . Even yet the nobles did not take the alarm . The whole night was allowed to be spent in the ...
... church of St John disorderly , and altogether incapable of repressing the Lateran . A numerous assembly of nobles ... church of St Angelo . Even yet the nobles did not take the alarm . The whole night was allowed to be spent in the ...
23. oldal
... church in his car- rage , and a servant waited with the horses till he had performed his periodical routine of worship . Many colour- ebes from the richly stained windows of the church glanced on wall and pillar , and imparted to silk ...
... church in his car- rage , and a servant waited with the horses till he had performed his periodical routine of worship . Many colour- ebes from the richly stained windows of the church glanced on wall and pillar , and imparted to silk ...
27. oldal
... churches and in grounds surrounding them began about the beginning of the sixth century , when Gregory assumed to be head of the Christian church , and commenced to consecrate the earth for such purpose . The following was the formula ...
... churches and in grounds surrounding them began about the beginning of the sixth century , when Gregory assumed to be head of the Christian church , and commenced to consecrate the earth for such purpose . The following was the formula ...
35. oldal
... church . In the second and third cen- turies , the Roman world - in this respect too closely re- sembled by our own - displayed great knowledge and ability ; it reasoned , it debated with exquisite skill . and subtlety . But it created ...
... church . In the second and third cen- turies , the Roman world - in this respect too closely re- sembled by our own - displayed great knowledge and ability ; it reasoned , it debated with exquisite skill . and subtlety . But it created ...
39. oldal
... church were proficient in the art of abase , and very ingeniously defended it . St Austin affirms that the most caustic personality may produce a wonderful effect in opening a man's eyes to his own follies . He illus- trates his ...
... church were proficient in the art of abase , and very ingeniously defended it . St Austin affirms that the most caustic personality may produce a wonderful effect in opening a man's eyes to his own follies . He illus- trates his ...
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172. oldal - Canst thou by searching find out God? canst thou find out the Almighty unto perfection? It is as high as heaven; what canst thou do? deeper than hell; what canst thou know? The measure thereof is longer than the earth, and broader than the sea.
147. oldal - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
145. oldal - 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 Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
180. oldal - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear; 5 Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
178. oldal - And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
272. oldal - A man may be a heretic in the truth ; and if he believe things only because his pastor says so, or the assembly so determines, without knowing other reason, though his belief be true, yet the very truth he holds becomes his heresy.
172. oldal - As the cloud is consumed and vanisheth away: so he that goeth down to the grave shall come up no more.
147. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: — Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
88. oldal - Their port was more than human, as they stood : I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
148. oldal - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.