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... Chapel , Chelsea , the director of the establishment . Since that time penitents have been received on the recommendation of clergy- men both in London and the country ; indeed , so numerous have been the applications , that the good ...
... Chapel , Chelsea , the director of the establishment . Since that time penitents have been received on the recommendation of clergy- men both in London and the country ; indeed , so numerous have been the applications , that the good ...
Page xii
... chapel regularly . Mr. Hardwicke asked whether there was any Catholic institution which received girls in order to effect their reformation . The mother said she believed there was one at Hammersmith , but she had no interest to procure ...
... chapel regularly . Mr. Hardwicke asked whether there was any Catholic institution which received girls in order to effect their reformation . The mother said she believed there was one at Hammersmith , but she had no interest to procure ...
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... chapel with the crowd . She saw all bending their way home , most of them to homes of innocence , -of poverty , perhaps ; but still all claimed some kin- dred tie , all but her . Was it so formerly ? Oh ! She recalled the time when she ...
... chapel with the crowd . She saw all bending their way home , most of them to homes of innocence , -of poverty , perhaps ; but still all claimed some kin- dred tie , all but her . Was it so formerly ? Oh ! She recalled the time when she ...
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... chapel , had been seeking him . A morbid desire of indulging his grief , unobserved and unobtruded upon , had induced him to evade all questions as to whither he was going ; and thus it was the poor girl had been unable to learn any ...
... chapel , had been seeking him . A morbid desire of indulging his grief , unobserved and unobtruded upon , had induced him to evade all questions as to whither he was going ; and thus it was the poor girl had been unable to learn any ...
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... chapel , to one who had been the adviser of her youth , and his comforter in his sorrows ; and he poured out his tale to a not unpitying ear , to one who , indeed , consoled him . eyes On the evening of that day might be seen seated ...
... chapel , to one who had been the adviser of her youth , and his comforter in his sorrows ; and he poured out his tale to a not unpitying ear , to one who , indeed , consoled him . eyes On the evening of that day might be seen seated ...
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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.