The Catholic Tradition in English LiteratureGeorge Carver 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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... thee ! Lo , lyk a bisy bee , with - outen gyle , Thee serveth ay thyn owene thral1o Cecile ! 70 For thilke spouse , that she took but now Ful lyk a fiers leoun , she sendeth here , As meke as ever was any lamb , to you ! ' And with that ...
... thee ! Lo , lyk a bisy bee , with - outen gyle , Thee serveth ay thyn owene thral1o Cecile ! 70 For thilke spouse , that she took but now Ful lyk a fiers leoun , she sendeth here , As meke as ever was any lamb , to you ! ' And with that ...
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... thee devyse . 140 The angel of god hath me the trouthe y - taught Which thou shalt seen , if that thou wolt reneye22 The ydoles23 and be clene , and elles naught .'- And of the miracle of thise corones tweye Seint Ambrose in his preface ...
... thee devyse . 140 The angel of god hath me the trouthe y - taught Which thou shalt seen , if that thou wolt reneye22 The ydoles23 and be clene , and elles naught .'- And of the miracle of thise corones tweye Seint Ambrose in his preface ...
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... thee , 170 Sin that thou wolt thyn ydoles despyse . Go with thy brother now , and thee baptyse , And make thee clene ; so that thou mowe biholde The angels face of which thy brother tolde . ' 175 " Gift . Give up . 26 Are nothing . 27 ...
... thee , 170 Sin that thou wolt thyn ydoles despyse . Go with thy brother now , and thee baptyse , And make thee clene ; so that thou mowe biholde The angels face of which thy brother tolde . ' 175 " Gift . Give up . 26 Are nothing . 27 ...
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... thee , ' quod he , ' thogh it thee greve , Of thy religioun and of thy bileve . ' 300 " Beat . 42Lose . 43 Perish . " First of all . ' Ye han bigonne your question folily , ' Quod THE CANTERBURY TALES.
... thee , ' quod he , ' thogh it thee greve , Of thy religioun and of thy bileve . ' 300 " Beat . 42Lose . 43 Perish . " First of all . ' Ye han bigonne your question folily , ' Quod THE CANTERBURY TALES.
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... thee yeven might Bothe for to sleen and for to quiken1o a wight ; 355 Thou , that ne mayst but only lyf bireve , Thou hast non other power ne no leve ! But thou mayst seyn , thy princes han thee maked Ministre of deeth ; for if thou ...
... thee yeven might Bothe for to sleen and for to quiken1o a wight ; 355 Thou , that ne mayst but only lyf bireve , Thou hast non other power ne no leve ! But thou mayst seyn , thy princes han thee maked Ministre of deeth ; for if thou ...
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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 228 - What boots it at one gate to make defence, And at another to let in the foe...
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 61 - Everyman, I will go with thee, and be thy guide, In thy most need to go by thy side.