A Tour in Ireland;: With Meditations and Reflections

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S. Highley, 32, Fleet Street., 1844 - 371 pàgines
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Pàgina 293 - Teach me to feel another's woe, To hide the fault I see; That mercy I to others show, That mercy show to me.
Pàgina 321 - ... by the Spirit of God. And is it not so, clearly? That which caused your men to storm so courageously, it was the Spirit of God, who gave your men courage, and took it away again; and gave the Enemy courage, and took it away again; and gave your men courage again, and therewith this happy success. And therefore it is good that God alone have all the glory.
Pàgina 320 - And now give me leave to say how it comes to pass that this work is wrought. It was set upon some of our hearts, That a great thing should be done, not by power or might, but by the Spirit of God.
Pàgina 189 - But it may be asked : What has all this to do with the enormous American turnover ? The author thinks that it has everything to do with it.
Pàgina 50 - Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill. Oh! no - it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of Nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Pàgina 286 - the Universal Cause Acts not by partial but by general laws,' And makes what happiness we justly call Subsist not in the good of one, but all.
Pàgina 58 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Pàgina 338 - Where, as to shame the temples deck'd By skill of earthly architect, Nature herself, it seem'd, would raise A Minster to her Maker's praise ! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arches bend ; Nor of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells, And still, between each awful pause, From the high vault an answer draws. In varied tone prolong'd and high, That mocks the organ's melody.
Pàgina 50 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Pàgina 215 - Its real use is to warn us against the abuse of the more popular adage that " a man has a right to do as he likes with his own," which errs much more dangerously on the other side.

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