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... spirits of religion amongst us , and the instruments of God's mercy to the fallen , so they hope in Him alone for that reward of another world , which His Word assures us shall there crown the works of charity performed for the love of ...
... spirits of religion amongst us , and the instruments of God's mercy to the fallen , so they hope in Him alone for that reward of another world , which His Word assures us shall there crown the works of charity performed for the love of ...
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... spirit ! Thy prayers are heard ; pangs of remorse have already visited the conscience which had never been quite deadened , but had , from time to time , spoken in a voice too loud not to be heard , too importunately to be quite ...
... spirit ! Thy prayers are heard ; pangs of remorse have already visited the conscience which had never been quite deadened , but had , from time to time , spoken in a voice too loud not to be heard , too importunately to be quite ...
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... spirit ? Can virtue , unsuspecting and confiding , perceive the artful windings with which thou seekest to carry out thy wicked purposes ? Under the guise of virtue alone canst thou make thy attacks upon the young , the open , the ...
... spirit ? Can virtue , unsuspecting and confiding , perceive the artful windings with which thou seekest to carry out thy wicked purposes ? Under the guise of virtue alone canst thou make thy attacks upon the young , the open , the ...
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... spirit . ) We left her for awhile to visit the abode of her dying parent and bereaved father . It has been justly said that " the heart knoweth its own bitterness ; " and the old man felt this in all its force , when , restless , uneasy ...
... spirit . ) We left her for awhile to visit the abode of her dying parent and bereaved father . It has been justly said that " the heart knoweth its own bitterness ; " and the old man felt this in all its force , when , restless , uneasy ...
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... spirit of devotion breathed through- out the land . It was erected in an age when the emblem of redemption was not despised , when the representation of the cross , on which were expiated the sins of the world , was not considered ...
... spirit of devotion breathed through- out the land . It was erected in an age when the emblem of redemption was not despised , when the representation of the cross , on which were expiated the sins of the world , was not considered ...
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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.