De La Salle Monthly: A Catholic Magazine, Volumes 3-4

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De La Salle Catholic Association, 1871

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Page 33 - New-year blithe and bold, my friend, Comes up to take his own. How hard he breathes ! over the snow I heard just now the crowing cock. The shadows flicker to and fro : The cricket chirps : the light burns low : 'Tis nearly twelve o'clock. Shake hands, before you die. Old year, we'll dearly rue for you : What is it we can do for you ? Speak out before you die.
Page 137 - The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept. Were toiling upward in the night.
Page 32 - He was full of joke and jest; But all his merry quips are o'er: To see him die, across the waste His son and heir doth ride posthaste ; But he'll be dead before.
Page 58 - And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows. On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin...
Page 32 - em away. Old year, you must not go ; So long as you have been with us, Such joy as you have seen with us, Old year, you shall not go.
Page 31 - Than they who clamor loudest at the door. Therefore the law decrees that as this steed Served you in youth, henceforth you shall take heed To comfort his old age, and to provide Shelter in stall, and food and field beside.
Page 161 - Calvert deserves to be ranked among the most wise and benevolent lawgivers of all ages. He was the first in the history of the Christian world to seek for religious security and peace by the practice of justice, and not by the exercise of power...
Page 30 - The Re Giovanni, now unknown to fame, So many monarchs since have borne the name, Had a great bell hung in the market-place Beneath a roof, projecting some small space, By way of shelter from the sun and rain. Then rode he through the streets with all his train, And, with the blast of trumpets loud and long, Made proclamation, that whenever wrong Was done to any man, he should but ring The great bell in the square, and he, the king, 1 From Tales of a Wayside Inn.
Page 137 - We have not wings, we cannot soar ; But we have feet to scale and climb By slow degrees, by more and more, The cloudy summits of our time. The mighty pyramids of stone That wedge-like cleave the desert airs, When nearer seen, and better known, Are but gigantic flights of stairs.
Page 32 - And though his foes speak ill of him, He was a friend to me. Old Year, you shall not die ; We did so laugh and cry with you. I've half a mind to die with you, Old Year, if you must die.

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