Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... dark world , thou womb of day ! Unfold thy fair conceptions ; and display The birth of our bright joys . O , thou compacted Body of blessings ! spirit of souls extracted ! O , dissipate thy spicy powers , Cloud of condensed 26 CRASHAW .
... dark world , thou womb of day ! Unfold thy fair conceptions ; and display The birth of our bright joys . O , thou compacted Body of blessings ! spirit of souls extracted ! O , dissipate thy spicy powers , Cloud of condensed 26 CRASHAW .
Side 43
... dark this world would be , If , when deceived and wounded here , We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our ... darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day . ISRAEL'S SONG OF TRIUMPH . SOUND the loud timbrel o'er MOORE . 43.
... dark this world would be , If , when deceived and wounded here , We could not fly to Thee ! The friends who in our ... darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day . ISRAEL'S SONG OF TRIUMPH . SOUND the loud timbrel o'er MOORE . 43.
Side 44
... dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd - his people are free . Sing , for the pride of the tyrant is broken , His chariots , his horsemen , all splendid and brave ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath but spoken , And chariots and ...
... dark sea ! Jehovah has triumph'd - his people are free . Sing , for the pride of the tyrant is broken , His chariots , his horsemen , all splendid and brave ; How vain was their boast ! for the Lord hath but spoken , And chariots and ...
Side 47
... 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 blessèd child ! When young and happy , pure as thou , I ...
... 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 blessèd child ! When young and happy , pure as thou , I ...
Side 51
... 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 the breath of ...
... 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 the breath of ...
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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...