Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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Side 46
... ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow the orb of daylight sets , Is rising sweetly on the air , From SYRIA's thousand minarets ! The boy has started from his bed Of flowers , 46 MOORE . -The Tear of Repentance the best Offering Heaven.
... ! the vesper call to prayer , As slow the orb of daylight sets , Is rising sweetly on the air , From SYRIA's thousand minarets ! The boy has started from his bed Of flowers , 46 MOORE . -The Tear of Repentance the best Offering Heaven.
Side 48
... 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 golden orb had set , While on their knees they linger'd yet , There ...
... 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 golden orb had set , While on their knees they linger'd yet , There ...
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... 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 . She strengthens the weary ...
... 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 . She strengthens the weary ...
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... . To hear , in piety's own Celtic tongue , The most heart - touching prayer That fervent suppliants e'er was heard among- O , to be then and there ! There was a time all this within thy walls Was REV . DR . MURRAY , 69.
... . To hear , in piety's own Celtic tongue , The most heart - touching prayer That fervent suppliants e'er was heard among- O , to be then and there ! There was a time all this within thy walls Was REV . DR . MURRAY , 69.
Side 70
... . 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 . MURRAY .
... . 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 . MURRAY .
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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...