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Page 36
... the name of some saint , without ever thinking of how the custom origi- nated . They are generally met with in the vicinity of the ruins of some church or chapel , probably dedicated to the same saint , and thus , in 36 THE MARKET CROSS.
... the name of some saint , without ever thinking of how the custom origi- nated . They are generally met with in the vicinity of the ruins of some church or chapel , probably dedicated to the same saint , and thus , in 36 THE MARKET CROSS.
Page 43
... Church of England , when resigning to the grave the sacred trust of the dead , -sacred , be- cause the body must rise again to meet the spirit that has just fled , and which is a spark of the Divinity itself , but , when that is over ...
... Church of England , when resigning to the grave the sacred trust of the dead , -sacred , be- cause the body must rise again to meet the spirit that has just fled , and which is a spark of the Divinity itself , but , when that is over ...
Page 44
... view ! The selection of the portions of Scripture forming the burial service of the Church of England seems applicable chiefly , if not entirely , to those " blessed " who have " died in the Lord 44 THE PASSING BELL .
... view ! The selection of the portions of Scripture forming the burial service of the Church of England seems applicable chiefly , if not entirely , to those " blessed " who have " died in the Lord 44 THE PASSING BELL .
Page 45
... Church , only Heaven or Hell ! The mind recoils at the thought , and seeks comfort in vain , for they may not " pray for the dead . " Perhaps no more touching picture of the want of such a consolation can be drawn than that of " Nell ...
... Church , only Heaven or Hell ! The mind recoils at the thought , and seeks comfort in vain , for they may not " pray for the dead . " Perhaps no more touching picture of the want of such a consolation can be drawn than that of " Nell ...
Page 47
... Church which teaches such a doctrine , all our consolation would vanish ; this once admitted , we are of neces- sity forced to share in its comforts and participate in its blessings . " The Passing Bell " sounds across the hollow dell ...
... Church which teaches such a doctrine , all our consolation would vanish ; this once admitted , we are of neces- sity forced to share in its comforts and participate in its blessings . " The Passing Bell " sounds across the hollow dell ...
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Page 42 - I HEARD a voice from heaven, saying unto me, Write, From henceforth blessed are the dead which die in the Lord : even so saith the Spirit ; for they rest from their labours.
Page 157 - O my brother! my brother! why hast thou slain my Salgar? why, O Salgar! hast thou slain my brother? Dear were ye both to me! what shall I say in your praise? Thou wert fair on the hill among thousands! he was terrible in fight. Speak to me; hear my voice; hear me, sons of my love!
Page 157 - Rise, moon! from behind thy clouds. Stars of the night, arise! Lead me, some light, to the place where my love rests from the chase alone! his bow near him, unstrung: his dogs panting around him. But here I must sit alone, by the rock of the mossy stream. The stream and the wind roar aloud. I hear not the voice of my love!
Page 157 - It is night; I am alone, forlorn on the hill of storms. The wind is heard in the mountain. The torrent pours down the rock. No hut receives me from the rain; forlorn on the hill of winds ! Rise, moon!
Page 185 - Thou hast no mother to mourn thee, no maid with her tears of love. Dead is she that brought thee forth. Fallen is the daughter of Morglan. "Who on his staff is this? Who is this whose head is white with age, whose eyes are red with tears, who quakes at every step?
Page 157 - O wind! stream, be thou silent a while! let my voice be heard around. Let my wanderer hear me! Salgar! it is Colma who calls. Here is the tree and the rock. Salgar, my love! I am here. Why delayest thou thy coming?
Page 187 - Before morning appeared her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks. Spent with grief, she expired; and left thee, Armin, alone. Gone is my strength in war! fallen my pride among women! When the storms aloft arise; when the north lifts the wave on high; I sit by the sounding shore, and look on the fatal rock. Often by the setting moon, I see the ghosts of my children. Halfviewless, they walk in mournful conference together.
Page 192 - I do not hesitate for a moment to say, that the scenery in passing from Clifden to the Killeries and Leenane is the finest in Ireland. In boldness of character, nothing at Killarney comes at all near to it ; and although the deficiency of wood excludes the possibility of a competition with Killarney in picturesque beauty, I am certainly of opinion, that the scenery of this part of...
Page 186 - All night I stood on the shore. I saw her by the faint beam of the moon. All night I heard her cries. Loud was the wind; the rain beat hard on the hill. Before morning appeared, her voice was weak. It died away, like the evening breeze among the grass of the rocks.
Page 157 - Who lie on the heath beside me? Are they my love and my brother? Speak to me, O my friends! To Colma they give no reply. Speak to me: I am alone! My soul is tormented with fears! Ah! they are dead! Their swords are red from the fight.