The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Band 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... the organ roll , and the choir- voices rising , and see the white wax - candles on the altar , and the dark glowing paintings , full of hopeful or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful A GENTLEMAN - SAINT . 27.
... the organ roll , and the choir- voices rising , and see the white wax - candles on the altar , and the dark glowing paintings , full of hopeful or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful A GENTLEMAN - SAINT . 27.
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Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful , certainly , must they have been , when they had such a man as this St. Francis de Sales ministering at the altar , and making those ...
Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. or sweet - suffering faces . But most truly beautiful , certainly , must they have been , when they had such a man as this St. Francis de Sales ministering at the altar , and making those ...
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... suffer all things ; rather than magnanim- ity , munificence , or liberality ; because they embrace fewer objects , and their influence is less generally felt on the heart and temper . Fourthly , He was often inclined to doubt the use of ...
... suffer all things ; rather than magnanim- ity , munificence , or liberality ; because they embrace fewer objects , and their influence is less generally felt on the heart and temper . Fourthly , He was often inclined to doubt the use of ...
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... suffer themselves to fall into it . " WE MAY BE VERY REGULAR IN DEVOTION , AND VERY WICKED . “ Do not deceive yourself , ' said my friend : ' it is not impossible to be very devout , and yet very wick- ed .'— ' Very hypocritical , ' I ...
... suffer themselves to fall into it . " WE MAY BE VERY REGULAR IN DEVOTION , AND VERY WICKED . “ Do not deceive yourself , ' said my friend : ' it is not impossible to be very devout , and yet very wick- ed .'— ' Very hypocritical , ' I ...
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... suffered martyrdom in the reign of Diocletian . Her parents , a few days after her decease , are said to have had a vis- ion of her , surrounded by angels , and attended by a white lamb , which afterward became sacred to her . In the ...
... suffered martyrdom in the reign of Diocletian . Her parents , a few days after her decease , are said to have had a vis- ion of her , surrounded by angels , and attended by a white lamb , which afterward became sacred to her . In the ...
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Seite 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Seite 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Seite 60 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Seite 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Seite 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Seite 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Seite 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.