Thistledown; Verses, Original and TranslatedWilliams & Norgate, 1866 - 200 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 19
... her breast ! And then she thanked the kind good monks , Who thus had saved her boy ; And dear old Barry , too , she thanked , Who wagged his tail for joy ! St Ignatius . I. A KNIGHT was kneeling on the THISTLEDOWN . 19.
... her breast ! And then she thanked the kind good monks , Who thus had saved her boy ; And dear old Barry , too , she thanked , Who wagged his tail for joy ! St Ignatius . I. A KNIGHT was kneeling on the THISTLEDOWN . 19.
الصفحة 30
... dear land again restore The ancient faith she loved of yore ; Let not the spoiler win the day ; St Margaret , for Scotland pray ! Are there no poor and sad ones still , Whose cup of sorrow care doth fill ? From such thou ne'er didst ...
... dear land again restore The ancient faith she loved of yore ; Let not the spoiler win the day ; St Margaret , for Scotland pray ! Are there no poor and sad ones still , Whose cup of sorrow care doth fill ? From such thou ne'er didst ...
الصفحة 31
... dear children were alive , A happy life I led ; But now I weep with bitter care , Since every one is dead . I see the rich men's gardens bloom , I see the golden corn : Mine is the fruitless path of gloom , The thistle and the thorn ...
... dear children were alive , A happy life I led ; But now I weep with bitter care , Since every one is dead . I see the rich men's gardens bloom , I see the golden corn : Mine is the fruitless path of gloom , The thistle and the thorn ...
الصفحة 38
... Dear thy music is to me . Robin Redbreast ! gay new - comer , Dear old friend , returned again ; Saying , “ Grieve not for the summer- Both are fading , joy and pain . ” Robin Redbreast ! sweetly singing In the autumn of the year ...
... Dear thy music is to me . Robin Redbreast ! gay new - comer , Dear old friend , returned again ; Saying , “ Grieve not for the summer- Both are fading , joy and pain . ” Robin Redbreast ! sweetly singing In the autumn of the year ...
الصفحة 47
... dear ; For where the tatters hang so low , ' Tis there the bullets and the balls passed through , Every bullet has made a tear . And when the last ball comes to strike The old and faithful heart , Old cloak , in thee shall they bury me ...
... dear ; For where the tatters hang so low , ' Tis there the bullets and the balls passed through , Every bullet has made a tear . And when the last ball comes to strike The old and faithful heart , Old cloak , in thee shall they bury me ...
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afar amid angel bands angel guardian barks beauty bells are ringing beneath blessed blest bloom breast breath bright brow child Church of Rome cloud CRAIGLEITH cross dark dead dear Deo gratias dews doth E'en earth earthly evermore faithful flower flowerets GERMAN OF UHLAND gloom glory God's golden grave green grief hath heart heather bell heaven holy Holy Mass hour Inzievar Isle Jesus Juxta crucem kings kneel life's light lily linger lonely Lord lute Mary Mater meek mild morning Mother mountain mournful myrtle neath nigh night NORTH BERWICK o'er peace pilgrim poor pray prayer Queen rest ringing rock rose Saint Saint Joseph Scotland shed shine silent singing sleep smile song sorrow soul St Margaret storm Sursum corda sweet tears thee thine thou thyme grows fair toil tomb tree Twas wags his tail wander wave weary wild
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الصفحة 198 - Cruce hac inebriari, Ob amorem Filii. Inflammatus et accensus Per te, Virgo, sim defensus In die judicii. Fac me cruce custodiri, Morte Christi praemuniri, Confoveri gratia.
الصفحة 196 - Mater, fons amoris, Me sentire vim doloris, Fac, ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum In amando Christum Deum, Ut sibi complaceam. Sancta Mater, istud agas, Crucifixi fige plagas Cordi meo valide.
الصفحة 196 - Eia Mater, fons amoris, me sentire vim doloris fac, ut tecum lugeam. Fac ut ardeat cor meum in amando Christum Deum ut sibi complaceam.
الصفحة 79 - Seven years before that awful day When time shall be no more, A watery deluge shall o'ersweep Hibernia's mossy shore ; The green-clad Isla, too, shall sink, While with the great and good, Columba's happier isle shall rear Her towers above the flood.
الصفحة 194 - Quis est homo qui non fleret, Christi matrem si videret, In tanto supplicio. Quis non posset contristari Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum Filio.
الصفحة 194 - STABAT Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrymosa, Dum pendebat filius; Cujus animam gementem, Contristatam et dolentem, Pertransivit gladius.
الصفحة 196 - Piam matrem contemplari Dolentem cum filio. Pro peccatis suae gentis Vidit Jesum in tormentis Et flagellis subditum, Vidit suum dulcem natum Morientem, desolatum, Dum emisit spiritum.
الصفحة 79 - Seven years before that awful day. When time shall be no more, A watery deluge will o'er-sweep Hibernia's mossy shore; The green-clad Islay, too, shall sink, While, with the great and good, Columba's happy isle shall rear Her towers above the flood.
الصفحة 193 - As ^Etna's liquid all-devouring fire It rushes on, and changes all to death; Or like the avalanche in headlong ire, And bulk accumulating, rolls beneath Its huge Gorgonian crest whose frown shall turn All into dust, and spare not ev'n an urn.
الصفحة 193 - SWIFT and resistless as the ingulfing wave Of mighty ocean, rolls the wave of Time, Sweeping along o'er every age and clime ; Whose onward march not Death itself shall brave, But sink into that universal grave Of...