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... Catholics . On them , all the devices of cruelty were exhausted . Ingenuity was taxed to devise new plans of persecution , till the machinery of penal iniquity might almost be pronounced perfect . The great Irish chieftains and ...
... Catholics . On them , all the devices of cruelty were exhausted . Ingenuity was taxed to devise new plans of persecution , till the machinery of penal iniquity might almost be pronounced perfect . The great Irish chieftains and ...
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... Catholic Church . The history of that Church joins together the two great ages of human civilization . No other institution is left standing which carries the mind back to the times when the smoke of sacrifice rose from the Pantheon ...
... Catholic Church . The history of that Church joins together the two great ages of human civilization . No other institution is left standing which carries the mind back to the times when the smoke of sacrifice rose from the Pantheon ...
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... Catholic Eu rope , undergone a complete change . But the unchangeable Church was still there . MACAULAY . 25. THE CRUSADERS APPROACH JERUSALEM . THE purple morning left her crimson bed , And donned her robes of pure vermilion hue ; Her ...
... Catholic Eu rope , undergone a complete change . But the unchangeable Church was still there . MACAULAY . 25. THE CRUSADERS APPROACH JERUSALEM . THE purple morning left her crimson bed , And donned her robes of pure vermilion hue ; Her ...
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... Professor of Poetry in the Catholic University of Ireland . ] A H my heart is weary waiting , Waiting for the May- Waiting for the pleasant rambles , Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles , With the woodbine alternating RHETORICAL . 127.
... Professor of Poetry in the Catholic University of Ireland . ] A H my heart is weary waiting , Waiting for the May- Waiting for the pleasant rambles , Where the fragrant hawthorn brambles , With the woodbine alternating RHETORICAL . 127.
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... Catholic , though England's self be not ! England of Saints ! the hour is come - for nigher it may be Than yet I deem , albeit that day I may not live to see , VI . When all thy commerce , all thy arts , and wealth , and power , and ...
... Catholic , though England's self be not ! England of Saints ! the hour is come - for nigher it may be Than yet I deem , albeit that day I may not live to see , VI . When all thy commerce , all thy arts , and wealth , and power , and ...
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Page 329 - It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then the dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision.
Page 354 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past.
Page 375 - Liberty first and Union afterward," but everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds, as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment, dear to every true American heart — "Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable.
Page 270 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle: I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent; That day he overcame the Nervii : — Look ! In this place ran Cassius...
Page 530 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And, when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their...
Page 400 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 507 - Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones. For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground And tell sad stories of the death of kings...
Page 526 - Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Page 356 - Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery ! Our chains are forged ; their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable — and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come! It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, peace; but there is no peace.
Page 226 - HAVE you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day, And then, of a sudden, it— ah, but stay, I'll tell you what happened without delay, Scaring the parson into fits, Frightening people out of their wits,— Have you ever heard of that, I say? Seventeen hundred and fifty-five. Georgius Secundus was then alive,— Snuffy old drone from the German hive!