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Сторінка 95 - A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long ; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Сторінка 158 - And yet as angels, in some brighter dreams, Call to the soul when man doth sleep, So some strange thoughts transcend our wonted themes, And into glory peep.
Сторінка 175 - How shone for him, through his griefs and gloom, No star of all heaven sends to light our Path to the tomb. Roll on, my song, and to after ages Tell how, disdaining all earth can give. He would have taught men from wisdom's pages The way to live. And tell how trampled, derided, hated. And worn by weakness, disease and wrong, He fled for shelter to God, who mated His soul with song...
Сторінка 157 - Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back, at that short space, Could see a glimpse of his bright face; When on some gilded cloud, or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity...
Сторінка xv - SPIRITS of old that bore me, And set me, meek of mind, Between great dreams before me, And deeds as great behind, Knowing humanity my star As first abroad I ride, Shall help me wear with every scar Honour at eventide.
Сторінка 177 - Over dews, over sands, Will I fly for your weal: Your holy, delicate white hands Shall girdle me with steel. At home, in your emerald bowers, From morning's dawn till e'en, You'll pray for me, my flower of flowers, My Dark Rosaleen!
Сторінка 178 - I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen! My fond Rosaleen! Would give me life and soul anew, A second life, a soul anew, My dark Rosaleen!
Сторінка 176 - I SEE thee ever in my dreams, Karaman ! Thy hundred hills, thy thousand streams, Karaman, O Karaman ! As when thy gold-bright morning gleams, As when the deepening sunset seams With lines of light thy hills and streams, Karaman...
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Separatism and Subculture: Boston Catholicism, 1900-1920
Paula M. Kane
Обмежений попередній перегляд - 2001