Compitum: Or, The Meeting of the Ways at the Catholic Church, كتاب 7C. Dolman, 1854 |
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... leave to take any manuscript to my own lodgings out of the king's library ; and I should have been obliged to have left off for some time by a great cold which I got there , if the Benedictine fathers had not offered me a chamber with a ...
... leave to take any manuscript to my own lodgings out of the king's library ; and I should have been obliged to have left off for some time by a great cold which I got there , if the Benedictine fathers had not offered me a chamber with a ...
الصفحة 18
... leaves laugh with gay colours . You seem to come upon them unawares . They seem all to be just startled from their sleep by the sound you made when you unloosened the brazen clasps , and opened the curi- ously carved oaken covers that ...
... leaves laugh with gay colours . You seem to come upon them unawares . They seem all to be just startled from their sleep by the sound you made when you unloosened the brazen clasps , and opened the curi- ously carved oaken covers that ...
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... leave to kiss the king's hand . " It is a great contrast when we turn from such confes- sions , to observe how members of the religious orders acted when men in danger or disfavour at the court applied to them : for they were like La ...
... leave to kiss the king's hand . " It is a great contrast when we turn from such confes- sions , to observe how members of the religious orders acted when men in danger or disfavour at the court applied to them : for they were like La ...
الصفحة 60
... leaves for bed , and a wooden cup for furniture § . Here is the entrance of a human habitation , 66 sub rupe cavata , Arboribus clausam circum , atque horrentibus umbris || . ” It is what our fathers formerly so loved , — " A hermitage ...
... leaves for bed , and a wooden cup for furniture § . Here is the entrance of a human habitation , 66 sub rupe cavata , Arboribus clausam circum , atque horrentibus umbris || . ” It is what our fathers formerly so loved , — " A hermitage ...
الصفحة 65
... leave of the monks . And on the eagle flying on he followed it , and it alighted again ; and when it flew on farther , he still kept up with it for three hours , while it always flew a short space , and then sat as if waiting for him ...
... leave of the monks . And on the eagle flying on he followed it , and it alighted again ; and when it flew on farther , he still kept up with it for three hours , while it always flew a short space , and then sat as if waiting for him ...
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الصفحة 132 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
الصفحة 279 - Who was her father? Who was her mother ? Had she a sister? Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh, it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full. Home she had none.
الصفحة 575 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
الصفحة 173 - And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever : it may be a sound — A tone of music — summer's eve — or spring — A flower — the wind — the ocean — which shall wound, Striking the electric chain wherewith we are darkly bound ; XXIV.
الصفحة 278 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young and so fair! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing: Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully. Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
الصفحة 126 - Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
الصفحة 378 - And next in order sad Old Age we found, His beard all hoar, his eyes hollow and blind, With drooping cheer still poring on the ground, As on the place where nature him...
الصفحة 573 - Oh, the grave ! the grave ! It buries every error — covers every defect — extinguishes every resentment. From its peaceful bosom spring none but fond regrets and tender recollections.
الصفحة 133 - Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear; till oft converse with heavenly habitants begin to cast a beam on the outward shape, the unpolluted temple of the mind, and turns it by degrees to the soul's essence, till all be made immortal.
الصفحة 362 - Time made thee what thou wast, king of the woods ; And time hath made thee what thou art — a cave For owls to roost in.