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Side 46
... Take all the pleasures of all the spheres , And multiply them through endless
years , One minute of Heav ' n is worth them all . " THE TEAR OF REPENTANCE
THE BEST OFFERING TO HEAVEN But hark ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow
...
... Take all the pleasures of all the spheres , And multiply them through endless
years , One minute of Heav ' n is worth them all . " THE TEAR OF REPENTANCE
THE BEST OFFERING TO HEAVEN But hark ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow
...
Side 48
And now behold him kneeling there By the child ' s side , in humble prayer , While
the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one , And hymns of
joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven . ' Twas when the ...
And now behold him kneeling there By the child ' s side , in humble prayer , While
the same sunbeam shines upon The guilty and the guiltless one , And hymns of
joy proclaim through Heaven The triumph of a soul forgiven . ' Twas when the ...
Side 63
... And the feast is forsaken for fasting and prayer . Yet not to the service of heart
and of mind Are the cares of that heaven - minded virgin confined . Like Him
whom she loves , to the mansions of grief She hastes with the tidings of joy and
relief .
... And the feast is forsaken for fasting and prayer . Yet not to the service of heart
and of mind Are the cares of that heaven - minded virgin confined . Like Him
whom she loves , to the mansions of grief She hastes with the tidings of joy and
relief .
Side 69
To see the Prince of Cashel o ' er the rest , Their prelate and their king ; The
sacred bread and chalice by him bless ' d , Earth ' s holiest offering . To hear , in
piety ' s own Celtic tongue , The most heart - touching prayer That fervent
suppliants e ...
To see the Prince of Cashel o ' er the rest , Their prelate and their king ; The
sacred bread and chalice by him bless ' d , Earth ' s holiest offering . To hear , in
piety ' s own Celtic tongue , The most heart - touching prayer That fervent
suppliants e ...
Side 70
In more celestial bloom . And psalm , and hymn , and gold , and precious stones ,
And gems beyond all price , And priest , and altar , o ' er the martyr ' s bones , And
daily sacrifice . And endless prayer , and crucifix , and shrine , 70 REV . DR .
In more celestial bloom . And psalm , and hymn , and gold , and precious stones ,
And gems beyond all price , And priest , and altar , o ' er the martyr ' s bones , And
daily sacrifice . And endless prayer , and crucifix , and shrine , 70 REV . DR .
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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 |