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A. B. GROSART adore angels art thou AVE MARIA Babe beauty behold Blessed Virgin Blessed Virgin Mary blest bliss bosom breast breath bright Catholic Child Christ crown dark dawn dear death divine dost doth earth Eternal eyes face fair Father feet flowers frankincense glorious glory God's gold golden grief Hail hand hath heart heaven heavenly Holy honour hope hymn Immaculate ISRAEL GOLLANCZ Jerusalem Jesse springing Jesus Joseph Joseph Gillow King Lady light Lily lips look Lord lowly Madonna Magnificat Maid Maiden Mary Mary's mercy morn Mother Mother of God myrrh mystic Nazareth ne'er neath night o'er poems poets praise pray prayer pure Queen RICHARD WILTON rose sacred Saints Seraph shadow shine sing smile song SONNET sorrow soul spirit splendour Star sweet tears thee thine Thou art thou didst thou hast throne unto verse voice Woman wondrous words
Página viii - Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy, our life, our sweetness, and our hope. To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve; to thee do we send up our sighs, mourning, and weeping in this valley of tears.
Página 318 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...
Página 437 - So when four years were wholly finished, She threw her royal robes away. " Make me a cottage in the vale," she said, " Where I may mourn and pray. " Yet pull not down my palace towers, that are So lightly, beautifully built : Perchance I may return with others there When I have purged my guilt.
Página 435 - I BUILT my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, " O Soul, make merry and carouse, Dear soul, for all is well.
Página 142 - Let not my love be call'd idolatry, Nor my beloved as an idol show, Since all alike my songs and praises be To one, of one, still such, and ever so. Kind is my love to-day, to-morrow kind, 5 Still constant in a wondrous excellence ; Therefore my verse to constancy confined, One thing expressing, leaves out difference.
Página 145 - In presence prest 2 of people mad or wise ; Set me in high, or yet in low degree ; In longest night, or in the shortest day; In clearest sky, or where clouds thickest be ; In lusty youth, or when my hairs are gray : Set me in heaven, in earth, or else in hell...
Página 391 - Outside, the world is wild and passionate; Man's weary laughter and his sick despair Entreat at their impenetrable gate: They heed no voices in their dream of prayer.
Página 141 - LADY'S presence makes the Roses red, Because to see .her lips they blush for shame. The Lily's leaves, for envy, pale became ; And her white hands in them this envy bred.
Página 318 - ... Eve— Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.