The Rosary Magazine, Volumul 14

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Rosary Press, 1899

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Pagina 400 - BOWED by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, And on his back the burden of the world. Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, a brother to the ox?
Pagina 191 - Moreover when ye fast, be not, as the hypocrites, of a sad countenance: for they disfigure their faces, that they may appear unto men to fast Verily I say unto you, They have their reward.
Pagina 397 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Pagina 400 - Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land? To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of Eternity?
Pagina 400 - O masters, lords and rulers in all lands, How will the Future reckon with this man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake all shores?
Pagina 57 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Pagina 353 - Let me, who have not any child to die, Weep with you for the little one whose love I have known nothing of. The little arms that slowly, slowly loosed Their pressure round your neck ; the hands you used To kiss. — Such arms — such hands I never knew. May I not weep with you? Fain would I be of service — say some thing, Between the tears, that would be comforting, — But ah! so sadder than yourselves am I, Who have no child to die.
Pagina 248 - there is more joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety and nine just persons that need no repentance.
Pagina 212 - We are become a reproach to our neighbours, A scorn and derision to them that are round about us.

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