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Kiti leidimai - Peržiūrėti viską
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
Aline asked Australia beautiful better Bishop blessed Bois-Ferré Cahir Castle called Catholic child Church dear death Desmond Drumcondra House Dublin Duke Earl Earl of Desmond earth English eyes faith father feel Florence give glacier Glenleven grace Grant hand happy head heart heaven holy honour hope Ireland Irish KATHLEEN O'MEARA Kilmallock King lady land Leven Liline live look Lord Madame Mary matter mind morning mother mountain Munster Nano Nagle nature never night o'er Oakham Oswald passed poem poet poetry poor Port Phillip pray prayer present priest religion replied Richard Dalton Williams round sacred saints seemed side sister Sisters of Mercy smile Sœur Thérèse soon soul spirit story sweet tell thee things thou thought tion Titus Oates truth Vauban wonder words young
Populiarios ištraukos
572 psl. - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of th' everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
534 psl. - Ah! when at last we lie with tranced breath, Not vexing Thee in death, And Thou rememberest of what toys We made our joys, How weakly understood Thy great commanded good, Then, fatherly not less Than I whom Thou hast moulded from the clay, Thou'lt leave Thy wrath, and say, 'I will be sorry for their childishness.
751 psl. - You have; I knew it would be your answer. Well, for your favour, sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of such vanity.
45 psl. - For the leaders of this people cause them to err ; and they that are led of them are destroyed.
720 psl. - For I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.
461 psl. - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst : For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit...
534 psl. - A box of counters and a red-veined stone, A piece of glass abraded by the beach, And six or seven shells, A bottle with bluebells, And two French copper coins, ranged there with careful art, To comfort his sad heart.
762 psl. - By your beauty, which confesses Some chief Beauty conquering you, — By our grand heroic guesses Through your falsehood at the True, — We will weep not ! earth shall roll Heir to each god's aureole — And Pan is dead. Earth outgrows the mythic fancies Sung beside her in her youth, And those debonair romances Sound but dull beside the truth. Phcebus' chariot-course is run : Look up, poets, to the sun ! Pan, Pan is dead.
198 psl. - Some on the shores of distant lands Their weary hearts have laid, And by the stranger's heedless hands Their lonely graves were made...
587 psl. - Not weighed or winnowed by the multitude, But swallowed in the mass unchewed and crude. Some truth there was, but dashed and brewed with lies, To please the fools, and puzzle all the wise : Succeeding times did equal folly call, Believing nothing, or believing all. Th' Egyptian rites the Jebusites embraced, Where gods were recommended by their taste.