Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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James Burke. ΤΟ DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY , THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED By an Admirer OF BRILLIANT POETICAL TALENTS , DEVOTED TO THE SERVICE OF CREED AND COUNTRY . CONTENTS . CHAUCER ( with Portrait ) —A Good Parish.
James Burke. ΤΟ DENIS FLORENCE MACCARTHY , THIS VOLUME IS DEDICATED By an Admirer OF BRILLIANT POETICAL TALENTS , DEVOTED TO THE SERVICE OF CREED AND COUNTRY . CONTENTS . CHAUCER ( with Portrait ) —A Good Parish.
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... Portrait ) -Hymn to the Holy Ghost POPE ( with Portrait ) -The Messiah The Dying Christian to his Soul MOORE ( with Portrait ) -Repentance .. -God , the Source of Consolation -Israel's Song of Triumph 29 33 35 41 42 43 44 -Mary , Star ...
... Portrait ) -Hymn to the Holy Ghost POPE ( with Portrait ) -The Messiah The Dying Christian to his Soul MOORE ( with Portrait ) -Repentance .. -God , the Source of Consolation -Israel's Song of Triumph 29 33 35 41 42 43 44 -Mary , Star ...
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... portrait of a good parish priest of England's olden Catholic time . Although the spelling has been modernized , a few ancient words remain ; and the young reader will note that " ple " means example ; " acombered , " encumbered ; and ...
... portrait of a good parish priest of England's olden Catholic time . Although the spelling has been modernized , a few ancient words remain ; and the young reader will note that " ple " means example ; " acombered , " encumbered ; and ...
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... , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or mischance might call , The most remote CHAUCER (with Portrait)—A Good Parish Priest Page.
... , for himself , to live . Wide was his cure ; the houses far asunder , Yet never fail'd he , or for rain or thunder , Whenever sickness or mischance might call , The most remote CHAUCER (with Portrait)—A Good Parish Priest Page.
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... CREATOR Spirit , by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid , Come visit ev'ry pious mind , Come pour thy joys on human kind , D From sin and sorrow set us free , And make DRYDEN . 33 DRYDEN (with Portrait)-Hymn to the Holy Ghost.
... CREATOR Spirit , by whose aid The world's foundations first were laid , Come visit ev'ry pious mind , Come pour thy joys on human kind , D From sin and sorrow set us free , And make DRYDEN . 33 DRYDEN (with Portrait)-Hymn to the Holy Ghost.
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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.