Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... once Catholic .. REV . H. A. RAWES - Christmas WILLIAMS - To Our Lady of Victory DONOVAN - To Our Lady .. .. 106 MRS . SADLIER - To the Memory of Bishop Maginn 104 W. KENEALY - Bishop Maginn REV . J. FITZGERALD - Ruins 107 REV . DR ...
... once Catholic .. REV . H. A. RAWES - Christmas WILLIAMS - To Our Lady of Victory DONOVAN - To Our Lady .. .. 106 MRS . SADLIER - To the Memory of Bishop Maginn 104 W. KENEALY - Bishop Maginn REV . J. FITZGERALD - Ruins 107 REV . DR ...
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... once formed to write an epic poem on the actions either of Arthur or the Black Prince . In 1694 he began the most laborious and difficult of all his works -the translation of Virgil . In 1697 he published his version of the works of ...
... once formed to write an epic poem on the actions either of Arthur or the Black Prince . In 1694 he began the most laborious and difficult of all his works -the translation of Virgil . In 1697 he published his version of the works of ...
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... once perplex'd with thorn , The spiry fir and shapely box adorn ; To leafless shrubs the flowering palm succeeds , And odorous myrtle to the noisome weeds . The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead , And boys in flowery bands ...
... once perplex'd with thorn , The spiry fir and shapely box adorn ; To leafless shrubs the flowering palm succeeds , And odorous myrtle to the noisome weeds . The lambs with wolves shall graze the verdant mead , And boys in flowery bands ...
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... once the diamond shone ; Though now those gems of grief were there , Which shine for God alone ! Were not those sweets , so humbly shed- That hair those weeping eyes- And the sunk heart that inly bled— Heaven's noblest sacrifice ! Thou ...
... once the diamond shone ; Though now those gems of grief were there , Which shine for God alone ! Were not those sweets , so humbly shed- That hair those weeping eyes- And the sunk heart that inly bled— Heaven's noblest sacrifice ! Thou ...
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... once was a lady of honour and wealth , Bright glow'd on her features the roses of health , Her vesture was blended of silk and of gold , And her motion shook perfume from every fold : Joy revell'd round her - love shone at her side ...
... once was a lady of honour and wealth , Bright glow'd on her features the roses of health , Her vesture was blended of silk and of gold , And her motion shook perfume from every fold : Joy revell'd round her - love shone at her side ...
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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.