Gems from Catholic poets, with a biogr. & lit. intr. by J. BurkeJames Burke 1859 |
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... Tear of Repentance the best Offering to CALLANAN - Lines on a Deceased Priest -The Virgin Mary's Bank Mary Magdalen ... FURLONG - Oh ! if the Atheist's Words were true BANIM - Soggarth Aroon - Priest Dear GRIFFIN ( with Portrait ) ...
... Tear of Repentance the best Offering to CALLANAN - Lines on a Deceased Priest -The Virgin Mary's Bank Mary Magdalen ... FURLONG - Oh ! if the Atheist's Words were true BANIM - Soggarth Aroon - Priest Dear GRIFFIN ( with Portrait ) ...
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... tears , his sighs and throbs , Doth bud a joyful spring . Almighty babe , whose tender arms Can force all foes to fly , Correct my faults , protect my life , Direct me when I die ! AT HOME IN HEAVEN . FAIR Soul ! how long shall veils ...
... tears , his sighs and throbs , Doth bud a joyful spring . Almighty babe , whose tender arms Can force all foes to fly , Correct my faults , protect my life , Direct me when I die ! AT HOME IN HEAVEN . FAIR Soul ! how long shall veils ...
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... tears and cursed soil ; From flowers of grace into a world of briers , From life to death , from bliss to baleful toil . This made Him wander in our pilgrim weed , And taste our torments to relieve our need . O soul ! do not thy noble ...
... tears and cursed soil ; From flowers of grace into a world of briers , From life to death , from bliss to baleful toil . This made Him wander in our pilgrim weed , And taste our torments to relieve our need . O soul ! do not thy noble ...
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... tears , and spent them too . Come , royal Name ! and pay the expense Of all this precious patience : O , come away , And kill the death of this delay . O , see so many worlds of barren years Melted and measured out in seas of tears ! O ...
... tears , and spent them too . Come , royal Name ! and pay the expense Of all this precious patience : O , come away , And kill the death of this delay . O , see so many worlds of barren years Melted and measured out in seas of tears ! O ...
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... face he wipes off every tear . In adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And Hell's grim tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the 36 POPE .
... face he wipes off every tear . In adamantine chains shall Death be bound , And Hell's grim tyrant feel th ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the 36 POPE .
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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...