The Irish Monthly, Volumen 17McGlashan & Gill, 1889 |
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Página 14 - And she brought forth her first-born son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger, because there was no room for them in the inn.
Página 106 - If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering: for he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea, driven with the wind, and tossed.
Página 303 - It is a strange thing how little, in general, people know about the sky. It is the part of creation in which nature has done more for the sake of pleasing man — more for the sole and evident purpose of talking to him, and teaching him, than in any other of her works ; and it is just the part in which we least attend to her.
Página 524 - Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam, Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home...
Página 104 - And hope confoundeth not : because the charity of God is poured forth in our hearts, by the Holy Ghost, who is given to us.
Página 480 - Infinite toil would not enable you to sweep away a mist ; but, by ascending a little, you may often look over it altogether. So it is with our moral improvement: we wrestle fiercely with a vicious habit, which would have no hold upon us if we ascended into a higher moral atmosphere.
Página 281 - Treat people as if they were what they ought to be, and you help them to become what they are capable of being.
Página 303 - And instead of this, there is not a moment of any day of our lives, when nature is not producing scene after scene, picture after picture, glory after glory, and working still upon such exquisite and constant principles of the most perfect beauty, that it is quite certa n it is all done for us, and intended for our perpetual pleasure.
Página 524 - Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere. Home, Home, sweet, sweet Home! There's no place like Home!
Página 368 - It were sad to gaze on the blessed and no man I loved of old there ; I throw down the chain of small stones ! when life in my body has ceased, I will go to Caoilte, and Conan, and Bran, Sceolan, Lomair, And dwell in the house of the Fenians, be they in flames or at feast.