The Irish Monthly, 第 4 卷McGlashan & Gill, 1876 |
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... Hour . By R. M. " A Painfully English Idiom " Canticle of the Vows . By M. R. The Gate of Heaven . By R. M. To Aubrey de Vere . By Wilfrid Mennell . Our Child - Angel . By G. N. P. The Homeless One . By S. M. S. My Prayer . By Alice ...
... Hour . By R. M. " A Painfully English Idiom " Canticle of the Vows . By M. R. The Gate of Heaven . By R. M. To Aubrey de Vere . By Wilfrid Mennell . Our Child - Angel . By G. N. P. The Homeless One . By S. M. S. My Prayer . By Alice ...
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... hour when , having finished her ironing , she could escape from her own toilsome home to Nell's bright little kitchen , and her joy was complete if old Bart happened to be smoking his pipe in a neighbour's house , so that she and Nell ...
... hour when , having finished her ironing , she could escape from her own toilsome home to Nell's bright little kitchen , and her joy was complete if old Bart happened to be smoking his pipe in a neighbour's house , so that she and Nell ...
第 10 頁
... hour which would find the old man here alone in the solitude and silence , and no daughter within reach or call . Tick , tick , went the clock on the wall , and boom , boom , rolled the waves on the shingle . The clock's voice had been ...
... hour which would find the old man here alone in the solitude and silence , and no daughter within reach or call . Tick , tick , went the clock on the wall , and boom , boom , rolled the waves on the shingle . The clock's voice had been ...
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... hours each eve I catch the sound Of distant strains from out the busy streets ; On restless wings wild flocks of sea ... hour to me , As purple shades upon their bosom change , And fill my soul with awe and mystery . The fishing - boats ...
... hours each eve I catch the sound Of distant strains from out the busy streets ; On restless wings wild flocks of sea ... hour to me , As purple shades upon their bosom change , And fill my soul with awe and mystery . The fishing - boats ...
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... hour , And feelings wake responsive to your call- While still ye tell with words of truth and power , That aching hearts find kindred here with all . Low evening winds just stir the trackless foam , And from the sands rush weary waves ...
... hour , And feelings wake responsive to your call- While still ye tell with words of truth and power , That aching hearts find kindred here with all . Low evening winds just stir the trackless foam , And from the sands rush weary waves ...
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第 33 頁 - My name is Ozymandias, king of kings : Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away.
第 324 頁 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
第 552 頁 - The reason why so few marriages are happy is because young ladies spend their time in making nets, not in making cages.
第 33 頁 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
第 446 頁 - Look up, my lord. KENT. Vex not his ghost : O, let him pass ! he hates him That would upon the rack of this rough world Stretch him out longer.
第 33 頁 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear : 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair !
第 343 頁 - Is an unlesson'd girl, unschool'd, unpractis'd; Happy in this, she is not yet so old But she may learn; happier than this, She is not bred so dull but she can learn; Happiest of all is that her gentle spirit Commits itself to yours to be directed, As from her lord, her governor, her king.
第 34 頁 - If these writings of the Greeks agree with the book of God, they are useless, and need not be preserved ; if they disagree, they are pernicious, and ought to be destroyed.
第 115 頁 - Diadem, as Monarch, That His Brow adorns ? "Yea, a Crown in very surety, But of Thorns ! " If I find Him, if I follow, What His guerdon here ? " Many a sorrow, many a labour, Many a tear." If I still hold closely to Him, What hath He at last ? " Sorrow vanquished, labour ended, Jordan past ! " If I ask Him to receive me, Will He say me nay ? " Not till earth, and not till Heaven Pass away...
第 596 頁 - We compound for sins we are inclined to By damning those we have no mind to.