The Dublin Review, Volume 104

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Nicholas Patrick Wiseman
Tablet Publishing Company, 1889
 

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Page 57 - There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being evolved.
Page 263 - O! the Erne shall run red With redundance of blood, The earth shall rock beneath our tread, And flames wrap hill and wood, And gun-peal, and slogan cry Wake many a glen serene, Ere you shall fade, ere you shall die, My dark Rosaleen!
Page 55 - There is a wider teleology, which is not touched by the doctrine of evolution, but is actually based upon the fundamental proposition of evolution. That proposition is that the whole world, living and not living, is the result of the mutual interaction, according to definite laws, of the forces possessed by the molecules of which the primitive nebulosity of the universe was composed.
Page 53 - The ultimate development of the ideal man is certain — as certain as any conclusion in which we place the most implicit faith ; for instance, that all men will die.
Page 262 - Woe and pain, pain and woe, Are my lot, night and noon, To see your bright face clouded so, Like to the mournful moon. But yet will I rear your throne Again in golden sheen ; 'Tis you shall reign, shall reign alone, My Dark Rosaleen...
Page 263 - Oh, I could kneel all night in prayer, To heal your many ills! And one beamy smile from you Would float like light between My toils and me, my own, my true, My dark Rosaleen! My own Rosaleen!
Page 57 - Therefore I should infer from analogy that probably all the organic beings which have ever lived on this earth, have descended from some one primordial form, into which life was first breathed.
Page 268 - Ireland's slavery, Soggarth Aroon ? Why not her poorest man, Soggarth Aroon, Try and do all he can, Soggarth Aroon, Her commands to fulfil Of his own heart and will Side by side with you still Soggarth Aroon...
Page 59 - Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme. And chiefly thou, O Spirit, that dost prefer Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for thou know'st; thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant...
Page 269 - I've cried; For a little voice still calls me back To my far, far counthrie, And nobody can hear it spake O! nobody but me. There is a little spot of ground Behind the chapel wall, It's nothing but a tiny mound, Without a stone at all; It rises like my heart just now, It makes a dawny hill; It's from below the voice comes out, I cannot keep it still.

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