Speak What We Feel: Not What We Ought to SayHarper Collins, 2009 M10 13 - 176 pages Four Unexpected Prophets Who Shine Light into the Darkness |
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... Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale Peculiar Treasures: A Biblical Who's Who The Sacred Journey Now and Then A Room Called Remember Whistling in the Dark Telling Secrets The Clown in the Belfry Listening to ...
... Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale Peculiar Treasures: A Biblical Who's Who The Sacred Journey Now and Then A Room Called Remember Whistling in the Dark Telling Secrets The Clown in the Belfry Listening to ...
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... tell her with equal candor about what seems to have been the almost unrelieved desolation of those last few years of his life in Dublin, where his decision to be a priest had landed him. The double-barreled job he had been assigned ...
... tell her with equal candor about what seems to have been the almost unrelieved desolation of those last few years of his life in Dublin, where his decision to be a priest had landed him. The double-barreled job he had been assigned ...
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... telling them that, as a Royal University fellow, he would himself be the one to make up their examination when the day of reckoning came and for that reason would never lecture on any subject that the examination would cover for fear of ...
... telling them that, as a Royal University fellow, he would himself be the one to make up their examination when the day of reckoning came and for that reason would never lecture on any subject that the examination would cover for fear of ...
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... tell men with women, Two hundred souls in the round— O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned: Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing Not vault them, the ...
... tell men with women, Two hundred souls in the round— O Father, not under thy feathers nor ever as guessing The goal was a shoal, of a fourth the doom to be drowned: Yet did the dark side of the bay of thy blessing Not vault them, the ...
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Page 31 - THE world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things...
Page 34 - ... kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird, — the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Page 143 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Page 28 - I kissed the rod, Hand rather, my heart lo! lapped strength, stole joy, would laugh, cheer.
Page 40 - MY own heart let me more have pity on ; let Me live to my sad self hereafter kind, Charitable ; not live this tormented mind With this tormented mind tormenting yet. I cast for comfort I can no more get By groping round my comfortless, than blind Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet. Soul, self; come, poor Jackself...
Page 153 - And my poor fool is hang'd! No, no, no life! Why should a dog, a horse, a rat, have life, And thou no breath at all? Thou'lt come no more, Never, never, never, never, never!
Page 27 - NOT, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist — slack they may be — these last strands of man In me or, most weary, cry / can no more. I can ; Can something, hope, wish day come, not choose not to be.
Page 21 - I am gall, I am heartburn. God's most deep decree Bitter would have me taste: my taste was me; Bones built in me, flesh filled, blood brimmed the curse. Selfyeast of spirit a dull dough sours. I see The lost are like this, and their scourge to be As I am mine, their sweating selves; but worse.
Page 72 - ... along, talking and singing and laughing. But somehow I couldn't seem to strike no places to harden me against him, but only the other kind.