The Dublin University Magazine, Volume 89William Curry, Jun., and Company, 1877 |
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... Face to face with the in- habitant of the Vatican , the crowned servus servorum of the inquisitorial Church of Rome , was to be seen the inmate of the Escorial , the crowned servus servorum of the inquisitorial monastic Church of Spain ...
... Face to face with the in- habitant of the Vatican , the crowned servus servorum of the inquisitorial Church of Rome , was to be seen the inmate of the Escorial , the crowned servus servorum of the inquisitorial monastic Church of Spain ...
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... face rarely either cheerful or angry , almost always serene , and never out of temper , as a person who is always on his guard ; more courtier - like than his cour- tiers , as he was more minister - like than his ministers , it was ...
... face rarely either cheerful or angry , almost always serene , and never out of temper , as a person who is always on his guard ; more courtier - like than his cour- tiers , as he was more minister - like than his ministers , it was ...
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... face ; without a smile in prosperous times , without anger under misfortune , which neither the spectacle of pun- ishment altered , nor the prayers of the unfortunate moved , nor the moans of the victims changed , re- vealed a heart ...
... face ; without a smile in prosperous times , without anger under misfortune , which neither the spectacle of pun- ishment altered , nor the prayers of the unfortunate moved , nor the moans of the victims changed , re- vealed a heart ...
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... father quite well ? And your mother ? " A shade passed for a moment over the young man's bright face . " Ah ! you did not hear it of course , " he said . " My poor mother died just this 1877. ] 53 The Shadow on the Wall .
... father quite well ? And your mother ? " A shade passed for a moment over the young man's bright face . " Ah ! you did not hear it of course , " he said . " My poor mother died just this 1877. ] 53 The Shadow on the Wall .
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... face beside her , " curates are not generally consi- dered prizes , are they ? " " Oh , but Mr. Ruthven is a prize curate ! His father is a great ' swell , ' and very rich , they say . Only fancy , aunt Conway has been making me learn ...
... face beside her , " curates are not generally consi- dered prizes , are they ? " " Oh , but Mr. Ruthven is a prize curate ! His father is a great ' swell , ' and very rich , they say . Only fancy , aunt Conway has been making me learn ...
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Page 772 - Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made : Those are pearls that were his eyes, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea change, Into something rich and strange.
Page 613 - SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run, ^ Along Morea's hills the setting sun ; Not, as in Northern climes, obscurely bright, But one unclouded blaze of living light ! O'er the hushed deep the yellow beam he throws, Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
Page 102 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 171 - And when this song is sung and past, My lute, be still, for I have done. As to be heard where ear is none, As lead to grave in marble stone, My Song may pierce her heart as soon. Should we then sigh, or sing, or moan? No, no, my lute, for I have done.
Page 775 - Throughout this varied and eternal world Soul is the only element: the block That for uncounted ages has remained The moveless pillar of a mountain's weight Is active, living spirit. Every grain Is sentient both in unity and part, And the minutest atom comprehends A world of loves and hatreds...
Page 775 - Hold thou the good : define it well : For fear divine Philosophy Should push beyond her mark, and be Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
Page 560 - Accurate and minute measurement seems to the nonscientific imagination, a less lofty and dignified work than looking for something new. But nearly all the grandest discoveries of science have been but the rewards of accurate measurement and patient long-continued labour in the minute sifting of numerical results.
Page 178 - The old man told him that he worshipped the fire only, and acknowledged no other god. At which answer Abraham grew so zealously angry, that he thrust the old man out of his tent, and exposed him to all the evils of the night, and an unguarded condition. When the old man was gone, God called to Abraham, and asked him where the stranger was : he replied, I thrust him away because he did not worship thee.
Page 772 - The words bard and inspiration, which seem so cold and affected when applied to other modern writers, have a perfect propriety when applied to him. He was not an author, but a bard. His poetry seems not to have been an art, but an inspiration.
Page 178 - When Abraham sat at his tent door, according to his custom, waiting to entertain strangers, he espied an old man, stooping and leaning on his staff, weary with age and travel, coming towards him, who was an hundred years of age.