The Rambler, a Catholic journal of home and foreign literature [&c.]. Vol.5-new [3rd] [Vol.11 of the new [2nd] ser. is imperf. Continued as The Home and foreign review]., Volume 41855 |
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... passed a whole life in the extremest Popish ' debase- ment , going to confession , muttering ' over her beads , gaining indulgences , preserving relics , and adorning images , " dear me ! " she cries , when she first learns the ...
... passed a whole life in the extremest Popish ' debase- ment , going to confession , muttering ' over her beads , gaining indulgences , preserving relics , and adorning images , " dear me ! " she cries , when she first learns the ...
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... passing the same church , the bell was ringing for Mass ; I went in and heard the Mass , motionless and attentive ; I heard one Mass , two Masses , three , four Masses , without thinking of leaving the church ; I could not conceive what ...
... passing the same church , the bell was ringing for Mass ; I went in and heard the Mass , motionless and attentive ; I heard one Mass , two Masses , three , four Masses , without thinking of leaving the church ; I could not conceive what ...
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... passed nights , whole nights , in Thy holy courts . . . . At evening the hand of Thy priest exposed Thee on the altar ; and the dawning day found us still prostrate before Thy brightness . . . . " O nights indescribable ! may my tongue ...
... passed nights , whole nights , in Thy holy courts . . . . At evening the hand of Thy priest exposed Thee on the altar ; and the dawning day found us still prostrate before Thy brightness . . . . " O nights indescribable ! may my tongue ...
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... passed a single day without tasting this divine gall , and I love it exceedingly . Oh , may I remain until my last sigh on Calvary with my Saviour - I ask no more . I often enjoy my sufferings more than , in days that are past , I ...
... passed a single day without tasting this divine gall , and I love it exceedingly . Oh , may I remain until my last sigh on Calvary with my Saviour - I ask no more . I often enjoy my sufferings more than , in days that are past , I ...
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... passed away days . And who has inherited this zeal ? I know not . attempts at apostolic practice ? I know not . their work ? I scarcely see them . . . . . Of this I am almost con- vinced , that if the greater part of these zealous ...
... passed away days . And who has inherited this zeal ? I know not . attempts at apostolic practice ? I know not . their work ? I scarcely see them . . . . . Of this I am almost con- vinced , that if the greater part of these zealous ...
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Page 239 - For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky, To faint in the light of the sun she loves, To faint in his light, and to die.
Page 239 - But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose, "For ever and ever, mine." And the soul of the rose went into my blood, As the music clashed in the hall; And long by the garden lake I stood, For I heard your rivulet fall From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood, Our wood, that is dearer than all...
Page 187 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Page 182 - Angels and ministers of grace defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou com'st in such a questionable shape, That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane, O, answer me!
Page 185 - The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin?
Page 461 - As yet shall he remain at Nob that day: he shall shake his hand against the mount of the daughter of Zion, the hill of Jerusalem.
Page 137 - At last it was suggested that a carriage was much wanted in the establishment; after diligent search, I discovered in the back settlements of a York coachmaker an ancient green chariot, supposed to have been the earliest invention of the kind I brought it home in triumph to my admiring family. Being somewhat dilapidated, the village tailor lined it, the blacksmith repaired it; nay, (but for Mrs.
Page 157 - ... for some germ of truth, and giving nature credit for an inexhaustible fertility and variety, which will keep him his life long always reverent, yet never superstitious; wondering at the commonest, but not surprised by the most strange ; free from the idols of size and sensuous loveliness...
Page 240 - She is coming, my dove, my dear ; She is coming, my "life, my fate ! The red rose cries, " She is near, she is near ; " And the white rose weeps, ' * She is late ; " The larkspur listens, " I hear, I hear ; " And the lily whispers,
Page 440 - Therefore said he unto them, The harvest truly is great, but the labourers are few : pray ye therefore the Lord of the harvest, that he would send forth labourers into his harvest.