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95 NEW BOND Alice Meynell Angel Aubrey de Vere beauty BOND STREET breath Castara Catholic characteristic charm Church coloured Coventry Patmore critical DANIEL 95 Dark Angel death declared divine early emotion England English eternal exquisite eyes faith Father Gerard Father Hopkins Father Southwell fire flower Francis Thompson Gerard Hopkins glory God's grace heart Heaven HERBERT & DANIEL Holy human Irish Jesuit Lady later lines Lionel Johnson literary literature Lord lyric memory Meynell's Mother mystical nature ness never night passion pathos Patmore's poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise priest prose Puritan Queen religious Richard Crashaw Robert Southwell Saint scarcely seems sing Society of Jesus song sonnet soul Southwell's spiritual story sweet sympathy tender thee things thou thought tion touch truth Vere's verse vision voice volume W. W. Jacobs William Habington words written wrote young youth
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Page 78 - And for all this, nature is never spent; There lives the dearest freshness deep down things; And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs — Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
Page 65 - Count each affliction, whether light or grave, God's messenger sent down to thee ; do thou With courtesy receive him ; rise and bow ; And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave Permission first his heavenly feet to lave ; Then lay before him all thou hast ; allow No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow, Or mar thy hospitality ; no wave Of mortal tumult to obliterate The soul's marmoreal calmness : Grief should be Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate ; Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free ;...
Page 152 - All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come ! " Halts by me that footfall : Is my gloom, after all, Shade of His hand, outstretched caressingly?
Page 85 - THE fine delight that fathers thought; the strong Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame, Breathes once and, quenched faster than it came, Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song. Nine months she then, nay years, nine years she long Within her wears, bears, cares and combs the same: The widow of an insight lost she lives, with aim Now known and hand at work now never wrong.
Page 76 - NOTHING is so beautiful as Spring — When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush's eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.
Page 13 - As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow, Surprised I was with sudden heat which made my heart to glow ; And lifting up a fearful eye to view what fire was near, A pretty babe all burning bright did in the air appear, Who scorched with exceeding heat such floods of tears did shed, As though His floods should quench His flames with what His tears were fed ; Alas...
Page 69 - We live by Admiration, Hope, and Love ; And, even as these are well and wisely fixed, In dignity of being we ascend.
Page 83 - So God was god of old: A mother came to mould Those limbs like ours which are What must make our daystar Much dearer to mankind; Whose glory bare would blind Or less would win man's mind. Through her we may see him Made sweeter, not made dim, And her hand leaves his light Sifted to suit our sight.
Page 39 - Temple," and aptly,' for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's college ; there he lodged under Tertullian's roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day.
Page 39 - Temple' and aptly, for in the Temple of God, under His wing, he led his life in St. Mary's Church, near St. Peter's College ; there he lodged under TBRTUI.LIAN'S roof of angels ; there he made his nest more gladly than David's swallow near the house of God : where, like a primitive saint, he offered more prayers in the night than others usually offer in the day ; there he penned these Poems, STEPS for happy souls to climb heaven by.