Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... sweet , and come away . Lo , how the thirsty lands Gasp for thy golden show'rs with long - stretch'd hands ! Lo , how the labouring earth , That hopes to be All heaven by thee , Leaps at thy birth ! The attending world , to wait thy ...
... sweet , and come away . Lo , how the thirsty lands Gasp for thy golden show'rs with long - stretch'd hands ! Lo , how the labouring earth , That hopes to be All heaven by thee , Leaps at thy birth ! The attending world , to wait thy ...
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... sweets are suck'd from out it . It is the hive By which they thrive , Where all their hoard of honey lies . Lo , where it comes , upon the snowy dove's Soft back , and brings a bosom big with loves . Welcome to our dark world , thou ...
... sweets are suck'd from out it . It is the hive By which they thrive , Where all their hoard of honey lies . Lo , where it comes , upon the snowy dove's Soft back , and brings a bosom big with loves . Welcome to our dark world , thou ...
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... sweet Name ! to thee . Sweet Name ! in thy each syllable A thousand blest Arabias dwell ; A thousand hills of frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh and beds of spices , And ten thousand paradises , The soul that tastes thee takes from ...
... sweet Name ! to thee . Sweet Name ! in thy each syllable A thousand blest Arabias dwell ; A thousand hills of frankincense ; Mountains of myrrh and beds of spices , And ten thousand paradises , The soul that tastes thee takes from ...
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... sweet , Her day of luxury stored , She o'er her Saviour's hallow'd feet The precious odours pour'd ! And wiped them ... sweets , so humbly shed- That hair those weeping eyes- And the sunk heart that inly bled— Heaven's noblest sacrifice ...
... sweet , Her day of luxury stored , She o'er her Saviour's hallow'd feet The precious odours pour'd ! And wiped them ... sweets , so humbly shed- That hair those weeping eyes- And the sunk heart that inly bled— Heaven's noblest sacrifice ...
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... sweet Eden , how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad ! " Farewell ! ye odours of earth that die , Passing away like a lover's sigh . My feast is now of the tooba tree , Whose scent is ...
... sweet Eden , how dark and sad Are the diamond turrets of Shadukiam And the fragrant bowers of Amberabad ! " Farewell ! ye odours of earth that die , Passing away like a lover's sigh . My feast is now of the tooba tree , Whose scent is ...
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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.