The Life of St. Jane Frances Fremyot de ChantalLondon, 1872 - 284 pagine |
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Pagina 89 - Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on I The night is dark, and I am far from home — Lead Thou me on I Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene — one step enough for me.
Pagina 89 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Shouldst lead me, on. I loved to choose and see my path ; but now Lead Thou me on ! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will : remember not past years.
Pagina 62 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncalled for) but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Pagina 90 - I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou shouldst lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now lead thou me on. I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, pride ruled my will: remember not past years. So long thy power hath...
Pagina 31 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things. But who shall so forecast the years And find in loss a gain to match? Or reach a hand thro' time to catch The far-off interest of tears?
Pagina 284 - In a handsome volume, 8vo, cloth, los. 6d. " The work is incomparable ; and Mr. Lewis's rare faithfulness and felicity as a translator are known so well, that no word of ours can be necessary to make the volume eagerly looked for.
Pagina 145 - I saw the spiritual city and all her spires And gateways in a glory like one pearl— No larger, tho' the goal of all the saints — Strike from the sea; and from the star there shot A rose-red sparkle to the city, and there Dwelt, and I knew it was the Holy Grail, Which never eyes on earth again shall see.
Pagina 66 - Behold as the eyes of servants are on the hands of their masters. V. And as the eyes of the handmaid are on the hands of her mistress, so are our eyes unto the Lord our God, until he have mercy on us.
Pagina ii - History of the Sacred Passion. By Father Luis de la Palma, of the Society of Jesus. Translated from the Spanish. With Preface by the Eev.
Pagina 284 - Thoughts on some Passages of Holy Scripture. By a Layman. Translated from the French. Edited by JOHN EDWARD BOWDEN, Priest of the Oratory of St. Philip Neri. 2s. Gd.