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... . Pone luctum , Magdalena , 51 . S. Bartholomew , 99 . Sign , the , 432 . S. Jerome , 209 . S. Katharine , 389 . S. Margaret , 18 . S. Mary Magdalene , 32 . Spes tutissima cœlis , 285 . POETRY : Stabat Mater dolorosa , 114 . " The.
... . Pone luctum , Magdalena , 51 . S. Bartholomew , 99 . Sign , the , 432 . S. Jerome , 209 . S. Katharine , 389 . S. Margaret , 18 . S. Mary Magdalene , 32 . Spes tutissima cœlis , 285 . POETRY : Stabat Mater dolorosa , 114 . " The.
Sida 31
... " Thy sun shall no more go down , neither shall thy moon withdraw herself , for the LORD shall be thine everlasting light , and the days of thy mourning shall be ended . " G. T. S. S. MARY MAGDALENE . S. JOHN XII . 3 . REST . 31.
... " Thy sun shall no more go down , neither shall thy moon withdraw herself , for the LORD shall be thine everlasting light , and the days of thy mourning shall be ended . " G. T. S. S. MARY MAGDALENE . S. JOHN XII . 3 . REST . 31.
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... Mary knelt beside His feet , Mary brought her nard so sweet . Strange and subtle through the rafters , And the golden ceilings crept , As a mighty wave of fragrance , From the hands of her that wept , Ever through that lordly hall That ...
... Mary knelt beside His feet , Mary brought her nard so sweet . Strange and subtle through the rafters , And the golden ceilings crept , As a mighty wave of fragrance , From the hands of her that wept , Ever through that lordly hall That ...
Sida 51
... Mary , Wipe away each bitter tear ; ' Tis not Simon's board ' now , Mary , There's no room for wailing here ; Here's unmeasured cause of pleasure , Cause of triumph beyond measure ; Alleluia , Alleluia . Take thee mirth and laughter ...
... Mary , Wipe away each bitter tear ; ' Tis not Simon's board ' now , Mary , There's no room for wailing here ; Here's unmeasured cause of pleasure , Cause of triumph beyond measure ; Alleluia , Alleluia . Take thee mirth and laughter ...
Sida 52
... Mary , Mark the nail and spear - prints five ; They like orient pearls are glowing , Grace on that new life bestowing ; Alleluia , Alleluia . Live ! thy light's new - kindled , Mary , Live ! thy night is turned to day ; Rapture swell ...
... Mary , Mark the nail and spear - prints five ; They like orient pearls are glowing , Grace on that new life bestowing ; Alleluia , Alleluia . Live ! thy light's new - kindled , Mary , Live ! thy night is turned to day ; Rapture swell ...
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Sida 310 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right; I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears of all my life ! And if GOD choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Sida 60 - Of aspect more sublime ; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While, with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Sida 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Sida 19 - Hast thou entered into the treasures of the snow? Or hast thou seen the treasures of the hail, Which I have reserved against the time of trouble, Against the day of battle and war?
Sida 31 - There the wicked cease from troubling; and there the weary be at rest. There the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor. The small and great are there; and the servant is free from his master.
Sida 54 - That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use.
Sida 19 - Beth-horon, that the LORD cast down great stones from heaven upon them unto Azekah, and they died : they were more which died with hailstones than they whom the children of Israel slew with the sword.
Sida 310 - I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life ! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Sida 310 - Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself,...
Sida 57 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.