Phantasmata: Or, Illusions and Fanaticisms of Protean Forms, Productive of Great Evils, 2. cilt

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T. C. Newby, 1857
 

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Sayfa 417 - Her paintings - one print of the thorn-crowned head; Her cushion - the pavement that wearies her knees, Her music - the Psalm, or the sigh of disease; The delicate lady lives mortified there, And the feast is forsaken for fasting and prayer. Yet not to the service of heart and of mind, Are the cares of that Heaven-minded virgin confined; Like Him whom she loves, to the mansions of grief She hastes with the tidings of joy and relief.
Sayfa 203 - Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
Sayfa 417 - How sweetly she bends o'er each plague-tainted face, With looks that are lighted with holiest grace ; How kindly she dresses each suffering limb, For she sees in the wounded the image of Him. VIII. Behold her, ye worldly ! behold her, ye vain ! Who shrink from the pathway of virtue and pain ; Who yield up to pleasure your nights and your days, Forgetful of service, forgetful of praise.
Sayfa 30 - Jeanne, va au secours du roi de France, et tu lui rendras son royaume." Elle répondit, toute tremblante: "Messire, je ne suis qu'une pauvre fille; je ne saurais chevaucher, ni conduire les hommes d'armes.
Sayfa 26 - Jeanne eut sa part dans ces romanesques aventures. Elle vit arriver les pauvres fugitifs, elle aida, la bonne fille, à les recevoir; elle leur cédait son lit et allait coucher au grenier. Ses parents furent aussi une fois obligés de s'enfuir. Puis, quand le flot des brigands fut passé, la famille revint et retrouva le village saccagé, la maison dévastée, l'église incendiée. Elle sut ainsi ce que c'est que la guerre.
Sayfa 416 - Joy revelled around her - love shone at her side, And gay was her smile, as the glance of a bride; And light was her step in the mirth-sounding hall, When she heard of the daughters of Vincent de Paul. She felt in her spirit the summons of grace, That called her to live for the suffering race, And, heedless of pleasure, of comfort, of home, Rose quickly, like Mary, and answered: 'I come!
Sayfa 416 - She put from her person the trappings of pride, And passed from her home, with the joy of a bride, Nor wept at the threshold, as onward she moved, — For her heart was on fire in the cause it approved. Lost ever to fashion— to vanity lost, That beauty that once was the song and the toast — No more in the ball-room that figure we meet, But gliding at dusk to the wretch's retreat.
Sayfa 31 - Née sous les murs mêmes de l'église, bercée du son des cloches et nourrie de légendes, elle fut une légende elle-même, rapide et pure, de la naissance à la mort. Elle fut une légende vivante . . . mais la force de vie, 10 exaltée et concentrée, n'en devint pas moins créatrice.
Sayfa 40 - Car personne au monde, ni rois, ni ducs, ni fille du roi d'Écosse, ne peuvent reprendre le royaume de France. et il n'ya pour lui de secours que moi-même, quoique j'aimasse mieux rester à filer près de ma pauvre mère ; car ce n'est pas là mon ouvrage : mais il faut que j'aille, et que je le fasse, parce que mon Seigneur le veut.
Sayfa 339 - ... absurd to speak of this as a really sound mind — a mind sound when the subject of the delusion is not presented — as it would be to say that a person had not the gout, because, his attention being diverted from the pain by some more powerful sensation, by which the person was affected, he for the moment was unconscious of his visitation.

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