Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... HISTORICAL BALLADS " -The Priest's Grave at Balaclava 111 REV . C. MEEHAN - Boyhood's Years .. 114 The Fall of the Leaves 116 REV . DR . ROCK - The Month of May . 118 C. G. DUFFY - A Lay Sermon DR . MADDEN ... history of the viii CONTENTS .
... HISTORICAL BALLADS " -The Priest's Grave at Balaclava 111 REV . C. MEEHAN - Boyhood's Years .. 114 The Fall of the Leaves 116 REV . DR . ROCK - The Month of May . 118 C. G. DUFFY - A Lay Sermon DR . MADDEN ... history of the viii CONTENTS .
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James Burke. INTRODUCTION . THE more we study the history of the triumphs of the human mind , the more convinced we must feel that Catholicity has been the prolific parent of the sublimest works of Art , the noblest Oratory , the boldest ...
James Burke. INTRODUCTION . THE more we study the history of the triumphs of the human mind , the more convinced we must feel that Catholicity has been the prolific parent of the sublimest works of Art , the noblest Oratory , the boldest ...
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... history or her name ; No honours waited on her path , no flatt'ring voice was nigh ; For she only sought to toil in love , and ' mid her toil to die . E'en when the ruthless tyrant came , he found her at her task , And struck her as she ...
... history or her name ; No honours waited on her path , no flatt'ring voice was nigh ; For she only sought to toil in love , and ' mid her toil to die . E'en when the ruthless tyrant came , he found her at her task , And struck her as she ...
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... Historical Ballads . " THE PRIEST'S GRAVE AT BALACLAVA . IN MEMORY OF THE REV . J. J. WHEBLE , ONE OF THE CRIMEAN ... HISTORICAL BALLADS . " His Lord's AUTHORESS OF HISTORICAL BALLADS . " 111 AUTHORESS OF "HISTORICAL BALLADS"-The ...
... Historical Ballads . " THE PRIEST'S GRAVE AT BALACLAVA . IN MEMORY OF THE REV . J. J. WHEBLE , ONE OF THE CRIMEAN ... HISTORICAL BALLADS . " His Lord's AUTHORESS OF HISTORICAL BALLADS . " 111 AUTHORESS OF "HISTORICAL BALLADS"-The ...
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James Burke. 112 AUTHORESS OF 66 HISTORICAL BALLADS . " His Lord's dear flock he tended well , The tender lambs he fed ; The wand'ring sheep , with loving force , Back to the fold he led . To pastures green , by waters still , He show'd ...
James Burke. 112 AUTHORESS OF 66 HISTORICAL BALLADS . " His Lord's dear flock he tended well , The tender lambs he fed ; The wand'ring sheep , with loving force , Back to the fold he led . To pastures green , by waters still , He show'd ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 38 - See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, And break upon thee in a flood of day...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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!
Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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...