They are not our gods, but books which lie open and are venerated in churches in order to remind us of God and to lead us to worship Him.
Let us worship and adore our God and Creator as alone worthy of worship by nature, and let us worship the holy Mother of God, not as God, but as God's Mother according to the flesh.
So art thou the perennial source of true light, the treasury of life itself, the richness of grace, the cause and medium of all our goods.
Let us who are saved with dry feet, crossing the bitter waters of impiety, raise our voices to the Mother of God at her departure.
In itself our nature is far removed from the angels, on account of death and the heaviness of the body, but through God's goodness and its union with Him it has become higher than the angels.
It is written that our Lord was crucified on Calvary, and buried in a tomb, which Joseph hewed out of the rock; but it is unwritten tradition which identifies these spots, and does more things of the same kind.
You see that the law and everything it ordained and all our own worship consist in the consecration of what is made by hands, leading us through matter to the invisible God.
He has deified our flesh for ever, and we are in very deed sanctified through His Godhead and the union of His flesh with it.
We break our mind's stony desire with iron, pressing, as it were, the unripe grapes.
I am not speaking of boundaries prior to the incarnation of Christ our Lord, but since His coming.
Enter then heartily into our apology for the making of sacred images, so that the mouths of foolish people speaking injustice may be closed.
Worship is symbolical of honour, and we sinners worship God, and glorify Him by the divine worship of latreia which is due to Him, and we tremble before Him as our Creator.
And upon that roche, prechede our Lord often tyme to the peple; and out of that seyd temple, oure Lord drof the byggeres and the selleres.
And be cause that oure lady was born at Nazarethe, therefore bare our Lord his surname of that town.
For which cause our imperial highnesse hath in some sort encountered them heretofore, and did as it pleased God to giue vs grace.
Here, how many prayers we vttered, what abundance of teares we shed, what deepe sighs we breathed foorth, our Lord Iesus Christ onely knoweth.
In that castel, seynt Anne our ladyes modre was born.
The countrey Boores and Pagans in the villages, seeing the Christians comming, ranne out with such a maine cry and shout, that it came to the Soldans hearing, who was neerer then our men did thinke.
Not merely the substance (which is identical with our last two numbers), but also the expression, is paralleled in France and Italy, and even on the extreme limits of European Russia.
This invention of language must be very common, since other cases have fallen under our notice in which children have composed dictionaries of such.
Of this custom a very poetical example, not noticed by English collectors, has fallen under our own observation.
No doubt our Saxon ancestors had, besides the half-military exercise referred to, other sports with the ball, better adapted to girls and children, though no description of such has come down to us.
We see no reason, with the German writers, to go back to ancient Northern mythology; nor do we find any ground for believing that our game is more likely to be of Teutonic than Romance descent.
Taken altogether, our American games are as ancient and characteristic as any, and throw much light on the European system of childish tradition.
Pretty fair maid, will you come out, Will you come out, will you come out, To join us in our dancing?
From Eastern custom we getour tennis, while most of our games with bat and ball seem to have come down to us from the ancient North.
For this purpose the following rhyme (which ourreaders may translate if they can) is used by the boy who aims the ball at the players in the centre.
Now that our country towns are become mere outlying suburbs of cities, these remarks may be read with a smile at the rude simplicity of old-fashioned American life.
To the game of Marriage, as played in France and Italy, the following closely corresponds: A boy and girl having been chosen by singing our No.
May the Lord, who makes up allour shortcomings, reward you infinitely!
Those two true friends must hear my secret and share our joy," said Mr. Berners, rising and going to the door.
We have only our childhood's friends that have grown up with us--you and Sybil.
This is my bed, and if you should be tired when we get back from our tour through the caverns, or at any time, you can lie down here and sleep in perfect safety," said the girl.
We gathered up the most valuable and portable of our effects, and that same night evacuated our cavern and dispersed our band; taking care to appoint a distant place of rendezvous.
The very last words addressed to Mr. Berners by his friend Captain Pendleton were these: "Give our love to Mrs. Berners, and tell her that Beatrix and myself will follow you soon.
It was overflowed before we got there, and the water, which must a busted in the window, was a rushing down the corridor and filling up the place so fast, that we had to run up the stairs to the next story to save our own lives.
The distance between Black Hall and Blackville was considerable, and the road was rough, and so it was rather late when ourparty reached the church.
We returned to-day to resume our search through these mountains, and late this afternoon, as we were returning from our unsuccessful pursuit of the burglars, we were met here in the churchyard by these men.
When our detectives brought in the news of the warrants that were out against you, they also warned us that the authorities had the clue to our caverns, and that there was no time to be lost in making our escape.
But our unhappy party went boldly out into the rain.
Henceforth you are our son, to share our home and hearts, and to be cared for as long as we all shall live!
The nests thus constructed appear to have been more durable edifices than those which have fallen under our observation;--for Reaumur says they were harder than many sorts of stone, and could scarcely be penetrated with a knife.
But these stray swarms do not spread colonies through our woods, as they are said to do in America.
When broken, the wax is arranged as in our hives, and the honey abundant.
We mention this irregularity of appearance that our readers may not disappoint themselves by looking for what is not always to be found.
The little knowledge which we have of the modes by which insects may be impeded in their destruction of much that is valuable to us, has probably proceeded from ourcontempt of their individual insignificance.
Nor shall we be disappointed in the gratification which is thus within our reach.
The security of property has ceased to be endangered by quadrupeds of prey, and yet our gardens are ravaged by aphides and caterpillars.
The nest which our turf-ants constructed in the flower-pot was externally of an imperfect square form, in consequence of its situation; for they usually prefer a circular plan.
How can we pronounce, from our limited notion of the mode in which the inferior animals think and act, that their gratifications are wholly bounded by the positive utility of the objects which surround them?
Having a swarm by chance, which had become useless from sterility of the queen, we devoted it for our investigation in one of my leaf-hives, which was glazed on both sides.
Being disturbed by our rude operations, they removed them from our sight to more hidden compartments.
Shredded very fine, it's useful for lining our baby's clothes and my woman needs it sometimes.
The sun shines under the cliff in winter, warming the whole village, but the cliff shades our houses in summer.
Our numbers have increased to many times the number there were then and each of us uses many times as much from our environment.
Some years, when ourfood is gone in late winter and early spring, I eat them--but there isn't much meat on them.
We pull the long, shaggy, coarse ho'lpe from the trunk and branches to line our roofs.
However, like most villains, it has at least one redeeming quality, and that is its fondness for the English sparrow, our imported bird nuisance.
When you come to know me and my friends better you will love us for our youth and worth as well as for our beauty," said the pine.
In our family our faithful leaves serve us for two years.
Fortunately our present knowledge of chemistry prevents us from any longer confounding the two substances, for we know Quartz is oxide of silicon while water is oxide of hydrogen.
In our cones we hideour seeds, which have wings, so that they fly on the wind to a good resting and growing place.
Rich vitreous tubes each breeze shakes down, What shafts and columns gird our town!
Possessing a more extensive vocabulary than our familiar Northern jays, more loquacious, more sociable, they are certainly the artists of the tribe.
I'm having a bed for you in ourfront sitting-room.
The seeds are springing forth, and a goodly harvest is promised: let us sharpen our blades and clear our barn floors.
At home and at Westminster our kith and kin are occupying prominent positions.
We trim ourfew acres until our shoulders are crutched and the soil is in the crevices of our flesh that his estate shall be a glory unto God.
Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with love.
One at the window sits, with glass and friends, And sees all sorts of ships go down the river gliding: And blesses then, as home he wends At night, ourtimes of peace abiding.
We see thatour poet-tramp hated adulteraters of wine ("les taverniers qui brouillent nostre vin") not less sincerely than his old Roman colleague Horace.
Many of us who condemn this world as a vale of tears would gladly make the return journey into Paradise, picturing in bright colors the road that our first parents trod in bitterness and woe.
For our journey is no longer from friend to friend, but from host to host and from sign to sign.
We know well this fear of invasion is nothing new with our cousins.
Well, our "chirurgien-barbier" followed the general custom of his time and ordered a sign.
Lest the thought of a religious painting serving as a tavern sign should shock any of our readers, we hasten to turn to the study of religious hospitality and its emblems.
Here in the quaint hall of the "Eisenhut," under the glittering arms of knights dead and gone, we will rest awhile and gladden our heart with the golden Tauber wine.
In our days the noble white horse has been degraded into an advertisement for Scotch whiskey--O quae mutatio rerum!
No modern exotic evergreens ever attract our English birds like the true old English trees and shrubs.
It is the argument of those who believe in immutable and infallible instinct that the habits of birds, etc, are unchangeable: the bee building a cell to-day exactly as it built one centuries before our era.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Ourbruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang'd to merry meetings; Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
For our own part, we are specially affected, because we call to mind a brook where we also were wont to be happy.
Or it may be a tug on our nerves if we dissipate energy too much.
We had known that our colleague was queer, but we never had thought that he would be as queer as this.
So we three settled it, and had already risen to break up the meeting, when our silent companion opened his month for the first time.
It is impossible to say how deep our dissection may carry us.
Then the towel was withdrawn, and you can conceive ouramazement when we looked upon the face of M'Namara.
The chaplain murmured a few words in his ear, the attendant placed the cap upon his head, and then, while we all held our breath, the wire and the metal were brought in contact.
Massage, too, was familiar to him when it was new to our generation.
I am afraid thatour air does not agree with you, sir," I ventured to remark.
How often we have sung this hymn at the close of an evening service, and a settled peace has come into our hearts as we have realized the nearness of Him who said, "And lo!
He giveth us the joy of our hearts, that we may find peace in Israel as in the days of yore, thus He lets His loving-kindness remain with us, and He will redeem us in our day.
A Hymn of Spiritual Yearning We would see Jesus, for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness, the final strife.
O grant the consummation Of this our song above, In endless adoration And everlasting love; Then shall we praise and bless Thee Where perfect praises ring, And evermore confess Thee, Our Saviour and our King.
To hunt after truth is properly our business, and we are inexcusable if we carry on the chase impertinently and ill; to fail of seizing it is another thing, for we are born to inquire after truth: it belongs to a greater power to possess it.
It was an infant world, and yet we have not whipped and subjected it to our discipline by the advantage of our natural worth and force, neither have we won it by our justice and goodness, nor subdued it by our magnanimity.
The outer glare that environs him conceals and shrouds him from us; our sight is there repelled and dissipated, being filled and stopped by this prevailing light.
In fine, we must live amongst the living, and let the river run under the bridge without our care, or, at least, without our interference.
But suppose our kings should thus hoard up all the gold they could get in several ages and let it lie idle by them.
So our business here being ayre, this is the best way, only with a little mixture of statues, or pots, which may be handsome, and so filled with another pot of such and such a flower or greene as the season of the year will bear.
We set right our business of the Lighters, wherein I thinke I shall get L100.
The waterman tells me that newes is come that our ship Resolution is burnt, and that we had sunke four or five of the enemy's ships.
Up, and to church, where our lecturer made a sorry silly sermon, upon the great point of proving the truth of the Christian religion.
You think of Horace as you read; and you think of those among our own eighteenth century poets to whom Horace was an inspiration and an example.
And at four-score the poet of St. Agnes' Eve is still our greatest since the Wordsworth of certain sonnets and the two immortal odes: is still the one Englishman of whom it can be stated and believed that Elisha is not less than Elijah.
But it is questionable if we might not with advantage increase our interest, and carry imitation a little deeper.
But when you come to read his poetry you find that our Bayard had in him a strong dash of the pedant and a powerful leaven of the euphuist.
What business has he to be trampling among our borders and crushing our flowers with his stupid hobnails?
To sit down with any one of them is to sit down in the company of one of the 'mighty wits, our elders and our betters,' who have done much to make literature a good thing, having written books that are eternally readable.
Mazzini should have reproached us with our unaccountable neglect of him and with our scandalous forgetfulness of the immense work done by him in giving a 'European role .
Its verse is all that our own is not, and the same may be said of its prose and ours--of the prose of Mr. Swinburne and Mr. George Meredith and the prose of Addison and Swift.
With certain differences it is the same with our Theocritus.
Reality is but the beginning, the raw material, of art; and it is by the artist's aid and countenance that we are used to make acquaintance with our fellows, be they generals in cocked hats or mechanics in fustian.
The above list will hopefully give you a few useful examples demonstrating the appropriate usage of "our" in a variety of sentences. We hope that you will now be able to make sentences using this word.
