Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... Bishop Maginn 104 W. KENEALY - Bishop Maginn REV . J. FITZGERALD - Ruins 107 REV . DR . PISE - Morning - Noon - Evening - Night .. 108 The Bird of Paradise and the Cherub .. 109 AUTHORESS OF " HISTORICAL BALLADS " -The 93 96 98 99 100 ...
... Bishop Maginn 104 W. KENEALY - Bishop Maginn REV . J. FITZGERALD - Ruins 107 REV . DR . PISE - Morning - Noon - Evening - Night .. 108 The Bird of Paradise and the Cherub .. 109 AUTHORESS OF " HISTORICAL BALLADS " -The 93 96 98 99 100 ...
Side 103
... , The pilgrim's happy home ; Where brides of Christ for ever dwell In blessed Christmas light , And the bridal never ceases , And the day is ever bright . Mrs. Sadlier . TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP MAGINN . REV . H. A. RAWES . 103.
... , The pilgrim's happy home ; Where brides of Christ for ever dwell In blessed Christmas light , And the bridal never ceases , And the day is ever bright . Mrs. Sadlier . TO THE MEMORY OF BISHOP MAGINN . REV . H. A. RAWES . 103.
Side 104
... Deplore the stately column rent away ! Mourn genius , learning , piety , and zeal— Assemblage rare in " tenement of clay . " Thine was the charity that warm'd his heart , And 104 MRS SADLIER-To the Memory of Bishop Maginn.
... Deplore the stately column rent away ! Mourn genius , learning , piety , and zeal— Assemblage rare in " tenement of clay . " Thine was the charity that warm'd his heart , And 104 MRS SADLIER-To the Memory of Bishop Maginn.
Side 105
... our sires ; Rich in thy children we behold thee stand ; Hadst thou but borne a Doyle and a Maginn , The world would deem thee rich , mine honour'd land ! W. Kenealy . BISHOP MAGINN . How we loved him MRS . SADLIER . 105.
... our sires ; Rich in thy children we behold thee stand ; Hadst thou but borne a Doyle and a Maginn , The world would deem thee rich , mine honour'd land ! W. Kenealy . BISHOP MAGINN . How we loved him MRS . SADLIER . 105.
Side 106
... illume ! The softest dews of heaven will descend upon his breast ! The waves will roll more peacefully , lest they should break his rest ; Their gentle fall upon the strand will be the mourner's 106 W KENEALY-Bishop Maginn.
... illume ! The softest dews of heaven will descend upon his breast ! The waves will roll more peacefully , lest they should break his rest ; Their gentle fall upon the strand will be the mourner's 106 W KENEALY-Bishop Maginn.
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Side 37 - And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. The smiling infant in his hand shall take The crested basilisk and speckled snake, Pleased the green lustre of the scales survey, And with their forky tongues shall innocently play.
Side 41 - The world recedes; it disappears! Heaven opens on my eyes! my ears With sounds seraphic ring: Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy victory? O Death! where is thy sting?
Side 37 - No more shall nation against nation rise, Nor ardent warriors meet with hateful eyes; Nor fields with gleaming steel be covered o'er, The brazen trumpets kindle rage no more: But useless lances into scythes shall bend, And the broad falchion in a ploughshare end.
Side 36 - The rocks proclaim th' approaching Deity. Lo, Earth receives him from the bending skies! Sink down, ye mountains! and ye valleys, rise! With heads declined, ye cedars, homage pay! Be smooth, ye rocks! ye rapid floods, give way! The Saviour comes! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf! and all ye blind, behold! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day: Tis he th...
Side 38 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day...
Side 37 - And hell's grim tyrant feel the eternal wound. As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care,' Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air, Explores the lost, the wandering sheep directs, By day o'ersees them, and by night protects; The tender lambs he raises in his arms, Feeds from his hand, and in his bosom warms; Thus shall mankind his guardian care engage, The promised father of the future age.
Side 47 - And how felt he, the wretched Man Reclining there — while memory ran O'er many a year of guilt and strife, Flew o'er the dark flood of his life, Nor found one sunny resting-place, Nor brought him back one branch of grace !
Side 36 - Be smooth, ye rocks ; ye rapid floods, give way; The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold ! Hear Him, ye deaf, and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eyeball pour the day...
Side 44 - Praise to the Conqueror, praise to the Lord ! His word was our arrow, His breath was our sword. Who shall return to tell Egypt the story Of those she sent forth in the hour of her pride ? For the Lord hath looked out from His pillar of glory, And all her brave thousands are dashed in the tide. Sound the loud timbrel o'er Egypt's dark sea ! Jehovah hath triumphed, — His people are free ! THOMAS MOORE.
Side 34 - CREATOR spirit, by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid, Come visit every pious mind ; Come pour thy joys on human kind ; From sin and sorrow set us free, And make thy temples worthy thee.