Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... thine exile , Too long thy strict abode . Graze not on worldly wither'd wood , It fitteth not thy taste ; The flowers of everlasting spring Do grow for thy repast . Their leaves are stain'd in beauty's dye , And blazed with her beams ...
... thine exile , Too long thy strict abode . Graze not on worldly wither'd wood , It fitteth not thy taste ; The flowers of everlasting spring Do grow for thy repast . Their leaves are stain'd in beauty's dye , And blazed with her beams ...
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... thine own wings and come away . Lo , where aloft it comes ! It comes , among The conduct of adoring Spirits , that throng Like diligent bees , and swarm about it . O , they are wise , And know what sweets are suck'd from out it . It is ...
... thine own wings and come away . Lo , where aloft it comes ! It comes , among The conduct of adoring Spirits , that throng Like diligent bees , and swarm about it . O , they are wise , And know what sweets are suck'd from out it . It is ...
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... enthroned thee in thy rosy nest , With blush of thine own blood thy day adorning : It was the wit of love o'erflow'd the bounds Of wrath , and made the way through all these wounds . 1 Welcome , dear , all - adorèd Name ! For 28 CRASHAW .
... enthroned thee in thy rosy nest , With blush of thine own blood thy day adorning : It was the wit of love o'erflow'd the bounds Of wrath , and made the way through all these wounds . 1 Welcome , dear , all - adorèd Name ! For 28 CRASHAW .
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... thine ! The seas shall waste , the skies in smoke decay , Rocks fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd His word , His saving pow'r remains ; - Thy realm for ever lasts , thy own Messiah reigns . THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS ...
... thine ! The seas shall waste , the skies in smoke decay , Rocks fall to dust , and mountains melt away ; But fix'd His word , His saving pow'r remains ; - Thy realm for ever lasts , thy own Messiah reigns . THE DYING CHRISTIAN TO HIS ...
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... thine own is set , Hovers around thee still . " Tis not the work of mind , or hand , or eye , Builder's or sculptor's skill ; Thy site , thy beauty , or thy majesty— Not these my bosom thrill . ' Tis that a glorious monument thou art ...
... thine own is set , Hovers around thee still . " Tis not the work of mind , or hand , or eye , Builder's or sculptor's skill ; Thy site , thy beauty , or thy majesty— Not these my bosom thrill . ' Tis that a glorious monument thou art ...
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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.