The Irish Monthly, Volym 18McGlashan & Gill, 1890 |
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Sida 603 - And at midnight there was a cry made, Behold, the bridegroom cometh; go ye out to meet him.
Sida 298 - Not in vain the distance beacons. Forward, forward let us range, Let the great world spin for ever down the ringing grooves of change.
Sida 654 - For if I preach the gospel, it is no glory to me, for a necessity lieth upon me: for woe is unto me if I preach not the gospel.
Sida 258 - And has he left his birds and flowers? And must I call in vain? And through the long, long summer hours Will he not come again? And by the brook, and in the glade, Are all our wanderings o'er? Oh, while my brother with me played, Would I had loved him more.
Sida 479 - For winter is now past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers have appeared in our land, the time of pruning is come, the voice of the turtle is heard in our land : the fig-tree hath put forth her green figs, the vines in flower yield their sweet smell. Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come.
Sida 360 - Hold the hand that is helpless, and whisper, ' They only the victory win Who have fought the good fight, and have vanquished the demon that tempts us within ; Who have held to their faith, unseduced by the prize that the world holds on high ; Who have dared for a high cause to suffer, resist, fight, — if need be, to die !
Sida 359 - With the work of their life all around them, unpitied, unheeded, alone, With death swooping down o'er their failure, and all but their faith overthrown. While the voice of the world shouts its chorus, its...
Sida 369 - My hair is grey, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have grown from sudden fears: My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil, But rusted with a vile repose, For they have been a dungeon's spoil, And mine has been the fate of those To whom the goodly earth and air Are...
Sida 361 - And chalk and alum and plaster are sold to the poor for bread, And the spirit of murder works in the very means of life...
Sida 208 - The night is far spent, and the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light. Let us walk honestly, as in the day ; not in revelling and drunkenness, not in chambering and wantonness, not in strife and jealousy. But put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make not provision for the flesh, to fulfil the lusts thereof.