Letters from Ireland, MDCCCXXXVII.

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R. B. Seeley and W. Burnside, 1838 - 436 Seiten
 

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Seite 8 - 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 206 - I will seek that which was lost, and bring again that which was driven away, and will bind up that which was broken, and will strengthen that which was sick : but I will destroy the fat and the strong ; I will feed them with judgment.
Seite 213 - Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou among women. And blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. Amen.
Seite 8 - Oh that my head were waters, and mine eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people...
Seite 28 - God's word, branded with a name that expresses a direct and total contrariety to Christ and his gospel, and expressly marked for a final destruction distinct from all other visitations of the divine vengeance, while the only way of escape from that impending doom is opened to its subjects in a proclamation from heaven, " Come out of her, my people ; be ye not partakers of her sins, that ye receive not of her plagues...
Seite 433 - Nothing can convince tyrants of their folly but gunpowder and steel, so put your trust in God my boys and keep your powder dry.
Seite 277 - 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 212 - And the angel came in unto her, and said, Hail, thou that art highly favoured, the Lord is with thee : blessed art thou among women.
Seite 342 - 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...
Seite 358 - ... way so narrow, so confined. De Rosen's burst of angry contempt was equally natural, when, on seeing the mighty fortress, to reduce which he had been sent on a long and difficult march, he swore he would make his soldiers fetch it to him, stone by stone. No perusal of the history, no description, however vivid and minute, can give you an adequate idea of the wonders of that eight months' defence, but see the place, and you will be constrained to exclaim, " Surely this was the Lord's doing, and...

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