De La Salle Monthly: A Catholic Magazine, المجلدات 1-2De La Salle Catholic Association, 1869 |
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الصفحة 217 - Thou hast been out upon the deep at play, Riding all day the wild blue waves till now, Roughening their crests, and scattering high their spray And swelling the white sail. I welcome thee To the scorched land, thou wanderer of the sea...
الصفحة 10 - O Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us who have recourse to thee...
الصفحة 50 - Judy with a tub full of water, which she was splashing all over me - for, rest her soul! though she was a good wife, she never could bear to see me in drink, and had a bitter hand of her own. '"Get up...
الصفحة 49 - Twas all to no manner of use: he spread out his great big wings, burst out a laughing, and flew away like lightning. I bawled after him to stop; but I might have called and bawled for ever, without his minding me. Away he went, and I never saw him from that day to this - sorrow fly away with him! You may be sure I was in a disconsolate condition, and kept roaring out for the bare grief, when all at once a door opened right in the middle of the moon, creaking on its hinges as if it had not been opened...
الصفحة 49 - this is a pretty pickle for a decent man to be seen in at this time of night; I am now sold fairly.
الصفحة 104 - How often have I led thy sportive choir, With tuneless pipe, beside the murmuring Loire ! Where shading elms along the margin grew, And...
الصفحة 47 - I heard it from his own lips, as he sat smoking his pipe under the old poplar tree, on as fine an evening as ever shone from the sky. I was going to visit the caves in Dursey Island, having spent the morning at Glengariff. " I am often axed to tell it, sir...
الصفحة 49 - What brought you here, Dan?" said he. So I told him how I was a little overtaken in liquor at the master's, and how I...
الصفحة 49 - I'll not budge, but you may if you like.' ' We'll see how that is to be,' says he ; and back he went, giving the door such a great bang after him (for it was plain he was huffed) that I thought the moon and all would fall down with it. " Well, I was preparing myself to try strength with him, when back again he comes with the kitchen cleaver in his hand, and, without saying a word, he gives two bangs to the handle of the reaping-hook that was keeping me up, and whap ! it came in two.
الصفحة 217 - Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast: Pleasant shall be thy way where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And where the o'ershadowing branches sweep the grass.