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Seite 16 - Far, far aloof th' affrighted ravens sail ; The famish'd eagle screams, and passes by. Dear lost companions of my tuneful art, Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries — No more I weep.
Seite 15 - How dear to me the hour when daylight dies, And sunbeams melt along the silent sea ; For then sweet dreams of other days arise, And memory breathes her vesper sigh to thee.
Seite 173 - Seemeth it a small thing unto you to have eaten up the good pasture, but ye must tread down with your feet the residue of your pastures? and to have drunk of the deep waters, but ye must foul the residue with your feet? And as for My flock, they eat that which ye have trodden with your feet ; and they drink that which ye have fouled with your feet.
Seite 227 - God has always a sufficient reason for removing us hence, he willeth not the death of a sinner, but rather that he should be converted and live ;' it is his delight to impart life, not to inflict death.
Seite 279 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Seite 17 - O that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughters of my people.
Seite 175 - I will put enmities between thee and the woman, and thy seed and her seed ; she shall crush thy head, and thou shall lie in wait for his heel.
Seite 202 - The glorious, pious and immortal memory of the great and good King William — not forgetting Oliver Cromwell, who assisted in redeeming us from Popery, slavery, arbitrary power, brass money and wooden shoes.
Seite 345 - Lord; and for the more convenient execution of this purpose, requiring the counsel and favour of the apostolic see, in which the maturer your deliberation, and the greater the discretion of your procedure, by so much the happier we trust will be your progress, with the assistance of the Lord, as all things are used to come to a prosperous end and issue, which take their beginning from the ardour of faith and the love of religion.