The Rosary, and Other PoemsJ. Toovey, 1845 - 174 pàgines |
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Pàgina 55 - O thou setting Sun ? Speak to this earth, speak to this listening scene Where Charente flows among the meadows green, And in his gilded waters, one by one, The inverted minarets of poplar quake With expectation, until thou shalt break The intolerable silence. See ! he sinks Without a word ; and his ensanguined bier Is vacant in the west, while far and near Behold ! each coward shadow eastward shrinks. Thou dost not strive, O Sun, nor dost thou cry Amid thy cloud-built streets ; but meek and still...
Pàgina 35 - O Time ! O Life! ye were not made For languid dreaming in the shade, Nor sinful hearts to moor all day By lily-isle or grassy bay, Nor drink at noontide's balmy hours Sweet opiates from the meadow-flowers.
Pàgina 110 - Beautiful times ! times past ! in whose deep art, As in a field by angels furrowed, lay The seeds of heavenly beauty, set apart For altar-flowers and ritual display. Beautiful times ! from whose calm bosom sprung Abbeys and chantries, and a very host Of quiet places upon every coast, Where Christ was served, and blessed Mary sung.
Pàgina 117 - Salve, Redemptoris Mater.' FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER (1814-1863) OUR LADY IN THE MIDDLE AGES I looked upon the earth: it was a floor For noisy pageant and rude bravery— Wassail, and arms, and chase, among the high, And burning hearts uncheered among the poor; And gentleness from every land withdrew. Methought that beds of whitest lilies grew All suddenly upon the earth, in bowers; And gentleness, that wandered like a wind, And nowhere could meet sanctuary find, Passed like a dewy breath into the...
Pàgina 17 - Jesus ! who shalt in glory come With angels to the final doom, Men's works and wills to weigh, Since from that pomp I cannot flee, Be pitiful, great Lord ! to me In that tremendous day.
Pàgina 10 - Jesus ! what direst agony Was Thine, upon the bitter tree, With healing virtues rife ! Oh may I count all things but loss, All for the glory of the Cross, The sinner's Tree of Life.
Pàgina 15 - Jesus ! who to the spirits went, And preached the new enfranchisement Thy recent death had won, Absolve me, Lord ! and set me free From self and sin, that I may be Bondsman to Thee alone.
Pàgina 117 - I looked upon the earth : it was a floor For noisy pageant and rude bravery,— Wassail, and arms, and chase, among the high, And burning hearts uncheered among the poor, And gentleness from every land withdrew. Methought that beds of whitest lilies grew All suddenly upon the earth, in bowers, And gentleness, that wandered like a wind, And nowhere could meet sanctuary find, Passed like a dewy breath into the flowers. Earth heeded not; she still was tributary To kings and knights, and man's heart...
Pàgina 11 - Jesus ! who to the Father prayed For those who all Thy love repaid With this dread cup of woes, Teach me to conquer, Lord, like Thee, By patience and benignity, The thwarting of my foes.
Pàgina 121 - Here gazed of old with no religious eye Petrarch the worldling, here the Apostate Monk Came ere his fall ; and when they saw how nigh Good lay to evil, their base spirits shrunk As from a touchstone which could bring to light Unworthy natures that must walk by sight Through lack of trust : — and thus are sceptics made By that half-faith which seeks for good unbound From ill ; and hearts are daily wanting found, Upon the balance of that problem weighed.