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... Hands To the Infant Martyrs On the Miracle of Loaves . Why are ye afraid , O ye of little faith ? On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness Upon Lazarus's Tears . Two went up into the Temple to pray Upon the Ass that bore our Saviour I am not ...
... Hands To the Infant Martyrs On the Miracle of Loaves . Why are ye afraid , O ye of little faith ? On the Blessed Virgin's bashfulness Upon Lazarus's Tears . Two went up into the Temple to pray Upon the Ass that bore our Saviour I am not ...
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... Hands Ye build the Sepulchres of the Prophets Upon the Infant Martyrs . · · P 2 2 2 · 2 2 25 26 26 26 • 26 27 Verily I say unto you , Ye shall weep and lament Upon our Lord's last comfortable Discourse with His Disciples Dives asking a ...
... Hands Ye build the Sepulchres of the Prophets Upon the Infant Martyrs . · · P 2 2 2 · 2 2 25 26 26 26 • 26 27 Verily I say unto you , Ye shall weep and lament Upon our Lord's last comfortable Discourse with His Disciples Dives asking a ...
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... hands forbear ! The lamb hath dipped his white foot here . And now where'er he strays Among the Galilean mountains , Or more unwelcome ways , He's follow'd by two faithful fountains ; Two walking baths , two weeping motions , Portable ...
... hands forbear ! The lamb hath dipped his white foot here . And now where'er he strays Among the Galilean mountains , Or more unwelcome ways , He's follow'd by two faithful fountains ; Two walking baths , two weeping motions , Portable ...
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... hand : The other's wanton wealth foams high , and brave ; The other cast away , she only gave . LUKE XV . On the Prodigal . ELL me , bright boy , tell me , my golden lad , Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ? What all thy wealth in ...
... hand : The other's wanton wealth foams high , and brave ; The other cast away , she only gave . LUKE XV . On the Prodigal . ELL me , bright boy , tell me , my golden lad , Whither away so frolic ? why so glad ? What all thy wealth in ...
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... hand's whole strength here could not be too much . MATTHEW XXVII . Come , see the place where the Lord lay . HOW me ... Hands . HY hands are wash'd , but O , the water's spilt That labour'd to have wash'd thy guilt : The flood , if any ...
... hand's whole strength here could not be too much . MATTHEW XXVII . Come , see the place where the Lord lay . HOW me ... Hands . HY hands are wash'd , but O , the water's spilt That labour'd to have wash'd thy guilt : The flood , if any ...
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Page 134 - And teach her fair steps tread our earth ; Till that divine Idea take a shrine Of crystal flesh, through which to shine : — Meet you her, my Wishes, Bespeak her to my blisses, And be ye call'd, my absent kisses.
Page 89 - From this to that; then quick returning skips And snatches this again, and pauses there. She measures every measure, everywhere Meets art with art; sometimes as if in doubt Not perfect yet, and fearing to be out, Trails her plain ditty in one long-spun note, Through the sleek passage of her open throat, A clear unwrinkled song...
Page 137 - Days, that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow. Days, that in spite Of darkness, by the light Of a clear mind, are day all night. Nights; sweet as they Made short by lovers' play, Yet long by tli
Page xviii - I'm sure, was in the right ; And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee...
Page 104 - Twixt soul and body a divorce, It could not sunder man and wife, 'Cause they both lived but one life. Peace, good Reader. Do not weep. Peace, the lovers are asleep. They, sweet turtles, folded lie In the last knot love could tie.
Page 132 - THE modest front of this small floor, Believe me, reader, can say more Than many a braver marble can — " Here lies a truly honest man ;" One whose conscience was a thing That troubled neither church nor king.
Page xviii - Elisha-like (but with a wish much less, More fit thy greatness, and my littleness) Lo here I beg (I whom thou once didst prove So humble to esteem, so good to love) Not that thy spirit might on me doubled be, I ask but half thy mighty spirit for me ; And when my muse soars with so strong a wing, 'Twill learn of things divine, and first of thee to sing.
Page 39 - Poor world (said I), what wilt thou do To entertain this starry Stranger ? Is this the best thou canst bestow ? A cold, and not too cleanly, manger ? Contend, the powers of Heaven and Earth, To fit a bed for this huge birth ? Chorus: Contend, the powers, etc.
Page 21 - One went to brag, th' other to pray ; One stands up close and treads on high, Where th' other dares not lend his eye. One nearer to God's altar trod, The other to the altar's God.
Page 3 - Not in the evening's eyes, When they red with weeping are For the Sun that dies, Sits Sorrow with a face so fair. Nowhere but here did ever meet Sweetness so sad, sadness so sweet.