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... holy bishop , Lupus , importuned the mercy of God by his ceaseless prayers , tears , fasts , and good werks . At length , inspired with a supernatural confidence , he goes forth in full pontifical attire , to meet the bar- barian , and ...
... holy bishop , Lupus , importuned the mercy of God by his ceaseless prayers , tears , fasts , and good werks . At length , inspired with a supernatural confidence , he goes forth in full pontifical attire , to meet the bar- barian , and ...
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... holy Bishop St. Aignan , to whom it owed its safety He had been able to go to Arles and solicit help from Etius , the Roman general . Just as Orleans was on the point of opening its gates to the besiegers , the combined armies of Etius ...
... holy Bishop St. Aignan , to whom it owed its safety He had been able to go to Arles and solicit help from Etius , the Roman general . Just as Orleans was on the point of opening its gates to the besiegers , the combined armies of Etius ...
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... holy sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregatior , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of ...
... holy sounds the air , as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregatior , and scatters blessings upon them , Down the long street she passed , with her chaplet of beads and her missal , Wearing her Norman cap , and her kirtle of ...
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... holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' THE FIFTH READER . 207.
... holy compassion ! Hark ! how those lips still repeat the prayer , ' O Father , forgive them ! ' Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us , Let us repeat it now , and say , ' THE FIFTH READER . 207.
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... Holy Faith , and her ancient rites , her people fell away ; When her gentlemen had hands to give , and her yeomen hearts to feel ; And they raised full many a bead - house , but never a bastile ; And the poor they honored , for they ...
... Holy Faith , and her ancient rites , her people fell away ; When her gentlemen had hands to give , and her yeomen hearts to feel ; And they raised full many a bead - house , but never a bastile ; And the poor they honored , for they ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Acadian accent adoration altar arms Babylon Basil beauty behold breath Brodir cæsura called Catholic Celt Christ Christian Church crown death earth emphasis emphatical word Euphrates Evangeline EXAMPLES eyes face faith falling inflection Father forest Gabriel gaze gold Grand-Pré hand happy heard heart heaven Hernando de Soto Herodotus hight holy Hope hundred Indian Ireland island Jerusalem Jesuits king labor land light look lord loud maiden Medes Monk morning mountains natives nature night o'er palæstra pause person Peter the Hermit prayer priest pronounced pronunciation prose Rip Van Winkle rising inflection river rose round RULE Saxon seemed sense sentence shore silent smile sorrow soul sound Spaniards speak spirit stood stream sweet sword syllable tears thee THOMAS À BECKET thou thought throne tion tone trees Tumbez verse village voice walls wonder youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 276 - 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...
Página 270 - The dancing pair that simply sought renown, By holding out, to tire each other down...
Página 107 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn, but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, " The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle." Instead of the great tree that used to shelter the quiet little Dutch inn of yore, there now was reared a tall, naked pole, with something on the top that looked like a red night-cap, and from it...
Página 110 - Rip looked and beheld a precise counterpart of himself as he went up the mountain, apparently as lazy and certainly as ragged. The poor fellow was now completely confounded. He doubted his own identity, and whether he was himself or another man. In the midst of his bewilderment, the man in the cocked hat demanded who he was, and what was his name. "God knows," exclaimed he, at his wit's end; "I'm not myself.
Página 275 - Thus to relieve the wretched was his pride, And e'en his failings leaned to virtue's side; But in his duty prompt at every call, He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all: And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, 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.
Página 276 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven. As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm...
Página 269 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree, While many a pastime circled in the shade, The young contending as the old surveyed; And many a gambol frolicked o'er the ground, And sleights of art and feats of strength went round.
Página 278 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day ; The pictures placed for ornament and use, The twelve good rules...
Página 107 - He recognized on the sign, however, the ruby face of King George, under which he had smoked so many a peaceful pipe ; but even this was singularly metamorphosed.
Página 274 - She, wretched matron, forced in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn; She only left of all the harmless train, The sad historian of the pensive plain.