Young Ladies' Illustrated ReaderCatholic Publ. Soc. Company, 1889 - 436 pages |
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... Brother , 232 66 LVII . Mother Catherine Spalding , 66 LVIII . The Love of Home , 236 242 66 66 " 6 66 " " LIX . Summer Wind , LX . The Love of God , LXI . Ave , LXII . Things as They Are , · LXIII . The Feast of the Nativity , LXIV ...
... Brother , 232 66 LVII . Mother Catherine Spalding , 66 LVIII . The Love of Home , 236 242 66 66 " 6 66 " " LIX . Summer Wind , LX . The Love of God , LXI . Ave , LXII . Things as They Are , · LXIII . The Feast of the Nativity , LXIV ...
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... brother , himself an aspirant to the throne , was the principal in their villany . Darnley continued his scheming and plotting , intriguing by turns with every party , but faithful to none . Such a man was in the way and not to be ...
... brother , himself an aspirant to the throne , was the principal in their villany . Darnley continued his scheming and plotting , intriguing by turns with every party , but faithful to none . Such a man was in the way and not to be ...
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... brother ! yet ' Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven Whose noblest joy is pardon . Eribert . ' Tis too late . You have a soft and moving voice , which pleads With eloquent melody ; but they must die . Constance . What ! die ! for ...
... brother ! yet ' Tis in your choice to imitate that heaven Whose noblest joy is pardon . Eribert . ' Tis too late . You have a soft and moving voice , which pleads With eloquent melody ; but they must die . Constance . What ! die ! for ...
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... Brother ! I have seen Dark eyes bent on you , e'en ' mid festal throngs , With such deep hatred settled in their glance My heart hath died within me . Am I , then , Eribert . To pause , and doubt , and shrink , because a girl , A ...
... Brother ! I have seen Dark eyes bent on you , e'en ' mid festal throngs , With such deep hatred settled in their glance My heart hath died within me . Am I , then , Eribert . To pause , and doubt , and shrink , because a girl , A ...
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But theirs to liberty ! Have not these men Brave sons or noble brothers ? Eribert . Yes ; whose name It rests with me ... brother , hard of heart ! -- for deeds like these There must be fearful chastening , if on high Justice doth hold ...
But theirs to liberty ! Have not these men Brave sons or noble brothers ? Eribert . Yes ; whose name It rests with me ... brother , hard of heart ! -- for deeds like these There must be fearful chastening , if on high Justice doth hold ...
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Page 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,...
Page 118 - Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.