The Catholic Tradition in English LiteratureGeorge Carver Doubleday, Page, 1926 - 467 strani An anthology of Catholic literature in English, from Chaucer to Joyce Kilmer. Much of it is poetry. Also includes drama, biography and autobiography, treatises, fiction, and essays. |
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Alice Meynell angels beauty blessed blood born breath Canamus Catholic Charles Warren Stoddard Christ Christmas Church crown dark Dark Rosaleen dead death delight Dicamus divine doth earth eternal Everyman eyes face fair faith Father Therry feet flowers Francis Newman Francis Thompson Gabriel gardens of God genius genuine book give glory God's Good-Deeds grace hand hath hear heard heart Heaven holy hope James Ryder Randall John Bannister Tabb John Henry Newman king Lady light live look Lord Maginnis Mary Maryland mercy Michaul mind never Newman night noble o'er pain poems poet poor praise pray prayer priest queen reverend mother Rosaleen round Saint silence sing Sister Margaret song sorrow soul spirit stars sweet tears tell thee thine things thought truth verse voice weary Wilfrid Scawen Blunt words writing ΙΟ
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Stran 161 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore. What future bliss, he gives not thee to know, But gives that Hope to be thy blessing now.
Stran 161 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Stran 81 - My faultless breast the furnace is, the fuel wounding thorns; Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke, the ashes shame and scorns; The fuel justice layeth on, and mercy blows the coals; The metal in this furnace wrought are men's defiled souls: For which, as now on fire I am to work them to their good, So will I melt into a bath to wash them in my blood.
Stran 92 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill; But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late, They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Stran 161 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk, or milky way...
Stran 228 - What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe...
Stran 157 - 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?
Stran 147 - From harmony, from heavenly harmony This universal frame began : From harmony to harmony Through all the compass of the notes it ran, The diapason closing full in Man.
Stran 151 - The Saviour comes ! by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf ! and all ye blind, behold ! He from thick films shall purge the visual ray, And on the sightless eye-ball pour the day : 'Tis he th' obstructed paths of sound shall clear, And bid new music charm th' unfolding ear : The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.
Stran 61 - Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide, In thy most need to go by thy side.