Standard Catholic Readers: First-[fifth] reader, Cartea 5American Book Company, 1909 |
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Pagina 22
... rest ! From thy bounteous mercy seat Grant me , prostrate at thy feet , What thy wisdom judges meet ; Till I may to heaven soar , There forever to adore Him whom Thou , chaste Virgin , bore . - MONSIGNOR JOHN S. VAUGHAN . THE BELLS OF ...
... rest ! From thy bounteous mercy seat Grant me , prostrate at thy feet , What thy wisdom judges meet ; Till I may to heaven soar , There forever to adore Him whom Thou , chaste Virgin , bore . - MONSIGNOR JOHN S. VAUGHAN . THE BELLS OF ...
Pagina 30
... rest ! " " I entreat you , for God's sake , and for the love you bear your father's memory , " said the mother , placing her hand upon her son's head , " conceal nothing from me . I shall never again have rest if you tell me not all ...
... rest ! " " I entreat you , for God's sake , and for the love you bear your father's memory , " said the mother , placing her hand upon her son's head , " conceal nothing from me . I shall never again have rest if you tell me not all ...
Pagina 65
... rest is bliss . " The Wave , then mocking , onward fled To perish in the sea's abyss . -HERWEGH , translated by BISHOP SPALDING . CATH . FIFTH READER — - 5 HE IS WAITING He is waiting , ever waiting , FIFTH READER 65 The Dewdrop and the ...
... rest is bliss . " The Wave , then mocking , onward fled To perish in the sea's abyss . -HERWEGH , translated by BISHOP SPALDING . CATH . FIFTH READER — - 5 HE IS WAITING He is waiting , ever waiting , FIFTH READER 65 The Dewdrop and the ...
Pagina 66
... rest is sweet . " He is waiting , ever waiting , Through the days and months and years , He has peace for bruiséd spirits ; He has balm for bitter tears . On the cross , through death and anguish , Once He made us all His own . O ye ...
... rest is sweet . " He is waiting , ever waiting , Through the days and months and years , He has peace for bruiséd spirits ; He has balm for bitter tears . On the cross , through death and anguish , Once He made us all His own . O ye ...
Pagina 71
... rest ; Take up My yoke upon you - it is sweet , And lay your heavy burdens at My feet . " I will refresh you , free you from all pain , You that labor hard with scarred hands and brain . Come to your Father , with your cares and grief , ...
... rest ; Take up My yoke upon you - it is sweet , And lay your heavy burdens at My feet . " I will refresh you , free you from all pain , You that labor hard with scarred hands and brain . Come to your Father , with your cares and grief , ...
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ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER Agrippina angel arms beautiful bell birds Blessed born brave breast BROTHER AZARIAS Brother Wolf Caligula Campanile cardinal CATH Catholic child Christ Christmas Church Clusium cried Cuchulain dark dead death died door earth EDITH OGDEN HARRISON eyes face father Father Damien feet fell FIFTH READER Francis Ghost give hand head hear heard heart heaven hill Holy honor Horatius horse islands Jacob Marley Julius Cæsar Khalki King land Lars Porsena laugh light live looked Lord marabout Marley Mary merry morning mother mountain never night o'er Oberammergau passed pavise peace Pecci Piso Pope POPE LEO XIII prayer Prinkipo replied river rose round Scrooge Scrooge's seemed side Sir Launfal smile soul spirit stood sweet thee things thou trees turned voice walked wave wild window wonderful
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Pagina 285 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil ; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Pagina 366 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Pagina 346 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down ; The swain mistrustless of his smutted face, While secret laughter tittered round the place ; The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove...
Pagina 237 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! 10 And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pagina 261 - 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. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the house ? Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received?
Pagina 367 - Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply has sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart. He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright.
Pagina 181 - The Holy Supper is kept indeed In whatso we share with another's need. Not, what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare: Who gives himself with his alms feeds three. — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Pagina 349 - There, in his noisy mansion, skill'd to rule, The village master taught his little school ; A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew...
Pagina 347 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled. And still where many a garden flower grows wild, There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Pagina 349 - To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way. Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt, and pain, by turns dismayed, The reverend champion stood : at his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise. And his last faltering accents whispered praise. At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place...