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第 112 頁 - King in the valiant man and free. The larger heart, the kindlier hand, Ring out the darkness of the land. Ring in the Christ that is to be. NOTES ON NEW BOOKS YTL i. Studies in Irish History, 1603-1649. Second Series. Edited by R. Barry O'Brien. Dublin, Belfast, and Cork: Browne & Nolan,
第 699 頁 - as One who never turned his back but marched breast forward. Never doubted clouds would break. Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake. The
第 402 頁 - Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me. a fool I" The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King, and sought his gardens cool. And walked apart, and murmured low, " Be merciful to me, a fool 1
第 402 頁 - .Our faults no tenderness should ask, The chastening stripes must cleanse them all, " Earth bears no balsam for mistakes ; Men crown the knave and scourge the tool That did his will; but Thou, O Lord, Be merciful to me. a fool I" The room was hushed ; in silence rose The King, and sought his
第 401 頁 - 'Tis not by guilt the onward sweep Of truth and right, O Lord, we stay ; 'Tis by our follies that so long We hold the earth from heaven away. " These clumsy feet, still in the mire, Go crushing blossoms without end ; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust "|The
第 249 頁 - twas boyish fancy, for the reader Was youngest of them all; But, as he read, from clustering pine and cedar A silence seemed to fall. The fir trees, gathering closer in the shadows, Listened in every spray. While the whole camp, with " Nell" in English meadows, Wandered and lost their way. And so, in mountain
第 152 頁 - When he died at Jerusalem, on a visit to those blessed fields Over whose acres walked those blessed Feet Which (nineteen) hundred years ago were nailed, For our advantage, on the bitter Cross— survivors of his flock, more Hibernico, canonized him forthwith. I can imagine the Doctor being at once alarmed, pained, and amused at this. A ducat might safely be wagered
第 171 頁 - Ah, nothing is too late Till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. Cato learned Greek at eighty; Sophocles Wrote his grand (Edipus, and Simonides Bore off the prize of verse from his compeers When each had numbered more than fourscore years.
第 123 頁 - We come And bring fresh strewings to thy tomb. May no wolf howl, or screech owl stir A wing about thy sepulchre. No boisterous winds or storms come hither. To starve or wither Thy soft, sweet earth ; but, like a spring. Love keep it ever nourishing.
第 587 頁 - hold firm rule. And sun thee in the light of happy faces ? Love, truth, and patience, these must be thy graces, And in thine own heart let them first keep school.