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Side vii
DR . MURRAY - The Rock of Cashel . . . . . . . . MACCARTHY - Blessing the Bells .
. . . . - The Bell - founder finds his Lost Bells From the Pillar Towers of Ireland . . . .
- - From “ Rome at the Epiphany ” . . . . . . - From “ The Voyage of St . Brendan " .
DR . MURRAY - The Rock of Cashel . . . . . . . . MACCARTHY - Blessing the Bells .
. . . . - The Bell - founder finds his Lost Bells From the Pillar Towers of Ireland . . . .
- - From “ Rome at the Epiphany ” . . . . . . - From “ The Voyage of St . Brendan " .
Side xi
He also studied for a short time at Douay ; and , proceeding to Rome , he was
received into the Society of Jesus in 1578 , before he had completed bis
seventeenth year . In 1584 he was ordained priest , and it became his most
earnest desire ...
He also studied for a short time at Douay ; and , proceeding to Rome , he was
received into the Society of Jesus in 1578 , before he had completed bis
seventeenth year . In 1584 he was ordained priest , and it became his most
earnest desire ...
Side 68
... thou art , Of the true faith of old , When faith was one in all the nation ' s heart ,
Purer than purest gold . A light , when darkness on the nations dwelt , In Erin
found a homeThe mind of Greece , the warm heart of the Celt , The bravery of
Rome .
... thou art , Of the true faith of old , When faith was one in all the nation ' s heart ,
Purer than purest gold . A light , when darkness on the nations dwelt , In Erin
found a homeThe mind of Greece , the warm heart of the Celt , The bravery of
Rome .
Side 75
... mind one glorious vision , or one proud throb to the heart ; While the breast
needeth rest may these gray old temples last , Bright prophets of the future , as
preachers of the past ! FROM “ ROME AT THE EPIPHANY . " O ROME
MACCARTHY .
... mind one glorious vision , or one proud throb to the heart ; While the breast
needeth rest may these gray old temples last , Bright prophets of the future , as
preachers of the past ! FROM “ ROME AT THE EPIPHANY . " O ROME
MACCARTHY .
Side 76
FROM “ ROME AT THE EPIPHANY . " O ROME , the eternal ! Rome , the ever
young ! Shrine of the saint , and shelter of the sage , Balm of bruised hearts , and
nerve to souls unstrung , And golden euthanasia to age :Amid the countless
crowd ...
FROM “ ROME AT THE EPIPHANY . " O ROME , the eternal ! Rome , the ever
young ! Shrine of the saint , and shelter of the sage , Balm of bruised hearts , and
nerve to souls unstrung , And golden euthanasia to age :Amid the countless
crowd ...
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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.
Bibliografiske oplysninger
| Titel | Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. Burke Instructive and entertaining libr |
| Redaktør | James Burke |
| udgivet | 1859 |
| Oprindeligt fra | Oxford University |
| Digitaliseret | 7. aug 2006 |
| Eksporter henvisning | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |