Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... Church was planted ; with blood it has been watered ; and its fecundity has ever been the greater in proportion to the efforts made to eradicate it . " The poems of Father Southwell ( and also some prose works which he wrote ) are ...
... Church was planted ; with blood it has been watered ; and its fecundity has ever been the greater in proportion to the efforts made to eradicate it . " The poems of Father Southwell ( and also some prose works which he wrote ) are ...
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... sinking heart to cheer ; When on each spire , and through each field , and o'er each churchyard sod , The Cross was seen in goodly guise , to raise men's hearts to God . Oh , that a cloud should e'er arise to dim 80 REV . T. J. POTTER .
... sinking heart to cheer ; When on each spire , and through each field , and o'er each churchyard sod , The Cross was seen in goodly guise , to raise men's hearts to God . Oh , that a cloud should e'er arise to dim 80 REV . T. J. POTTER .
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... Church of God ! Deplore the stately column rent away ! Mourn genius , learning , piety , and zeal— Assemblage rare in " tenement of clay . " Thine was the charity that warm'd his heart , And 104 MRS SADLIER-To the Memory of Bishop Maginn.
... Church of God ! Deplore the stately column rent away ! Mourn genius , learning , piety , and zeal— Assemblage rare in " tenement of clay . " Thine was the charity that warm'd his heart , And 104 MRS SADLIER-To the Memory of Bishop Maginn.
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... churchyard - they long have stol'n to rest ; But do not weep , for their young cheeks by woe were ne'er oppress'd : Life's sun for them in splendour set - no cloud came o'er the ray That lit them from this gloomy world upon their joyous ...
... churchyard - they long have stol'n to rest ; But do not weep , for their young cheeks by woe were ne'er oppress'd : Life's sun for them in splendour set - no cloud came o'er the ray That lit them from this gloomy world upon their joyous ...
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... Catholic Mother . 18mo . in wrapper , 6d . ; cloth gilt , 1s . The Illustrated Catholic Sheet Almanac , containing ... Church . To be Edited by the Very Rev. J. N. SWEENEY , Prior of Downside . A Series of Elementary and Educational ...
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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 38 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day...
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. Then palaces shall rise ; the joyful son, Shall finish what his short-lived sire begun ; Their vines a shadow to their race shall yield, And the same hand that sowed shall reap the field.
Side 37 - 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 - twas a sight, — that heaven, that child, A scene, which might have well beguiled Even haughty Eblis of a sigh For glories lost and peace gone by! 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. "There was a time," he said, in mild, Heart-humbled tones, "thou blessed child!
Side 29 - WHEN I survey the bright Celestial sphere; So rich with jewels hung, that night Doth like an Ethiop bride appear: My soul her wings doth spread And heaven-ward flies, The Almighty's mysteries to read In the large volumes of the skies. For the bright firmament Shoots forth no flame So silent, but is eloquent In speaking the Creator's name.
Side 35 - Aonian maids, Delight no more — O thou my voice inspire Who touch'd Isaiah's hallow'd lips with fire ! Rapt into future times, the bard begun ; A virgin shall conceive, a virgin bear a son...
Side 41 - What is this absorbs me quite, Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ?—• Tell me, my soul, can this be Death ? 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 ? THE ROSE.
Side 51 - Oh ! am I not happy ? I am, I am ! To thee, 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.
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...