Hymns, chiefly mediæval, on the joys and glories of paradise, tr. or ed. by J.M. NealeJohn Mason Neale 1867 |
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الصفحة 21
... shine ; Thy verrie streets are paved with gould , Surpassinge cleare and fine . Thy houses are of yvorie , Thy windows crystal cleare ; Thy tyles are made of beaten gould ; ( 1 ) -O GOD , that I were there ! Within thy gates doth ...
... shine ; Thy verrie streets are paved with gould , Surpassinge cleare and fine . Thy houses are of yvorie , Thy windows crystal cleare ; Thy tyles are made of beaten gould ; ( 1 ) -O GOD , that I were there ! Within thy gates doth ...
الصفحة 100
... . T'is charm of Paradise ! for deepest shade Which any earthly sorrow ever made , Pure rays shine here most exquisitely fair , Till light and music seem the very air . I cannot , cannot more - Thou yearning heart That 100 NOW PAUSING .
... . T'is charm of Paradise ! for deepest shade Which any earthly sorrow ever made , Pure rays shine here most exquisitely fair , Till light and music seem the very air . I cannot , cannot more - Thou yearning heart That 100 NOW PAUSING .
الصفحة 104
... shine : Where purest airs , the breath of angel's wings , Breathe all the odour of ten thousand springs : Where no benumbing frosts dare once be rude , Nor piercing blasts within these courts intrude ; The torrid zone is far remote from ...
... shine : Where purest airs , the breath of angel's wings , Breathe all the odour of ten thousand springs : Where no benumbing frosts dare once be rude , Nor piercing blasts within these courts intrude ; The torrid zone is far remote from ...
الصفحة 107
... shine the causeways undefiled with mire , Fell pestilence resigns its direful sway . ( 1 ) No sultry Sirius burns the thirsty field , Dull autumn , evil winter frowns no more ; Unnumbered vines their native purple yield , Uncounted ...
... shine the causeways undefiled with mire , Fell pestilence resigns its direful sway . ( 1 ) No sultry Sirius burns the thirsty field , Dull autumn , evil winter frowns no more ; Unnumbered vines their native purple yield , Uncounted ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
14th century Alleluia Amen Angels Archbishop BEATIFICAL beauty behold BERNARD OF CLUNY blessed blest bliss bright celestial Ceté CHRIST'S City City of GOD Confessors crown Cujus dear death doth earth EATON SQUARE edition endless eternal day Eternal light everlasting evermore Extra Portam face Ffor fimus flammis following Hymn gates of hell Giles Fletcher gladness glory gold golden grace hâc hæc hath heart heaven Heavenly Jerusalem Hierusalem Hildebert holy honour Hope Hymnal Jerusalem labour light shall round LORD Martyrs Neque never night noble o'er Paradise passed the gates peace perfect Peter Damiani pirates pleasure poem poet praise Prikke of Conscience pure Quæ quam Quidquid quis Quod rest round them dwell SACKVILLE COLLEGE Saint Albanes Saints saith semper shine sing song sorrow Spirit stanzas sunt sweet TEN VIRGINS thee things Thou Throne totum translation triumph tunc undefiled Urbs vigour Virgins wings
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الصفحة 7 - ... flos perpetuus rosarum ver agit perpetuum; candent lilia, rubescit crocus, sudat balsamum. virent prata, vernant sata, rivi mellis influunt; pigmentorum spirat odor, liquor et aromatum; pendent poma floridorum non lapsura nemorum. non alternat luna vices, sol vel cursus siderum; agnus est felicis urbis lumen inocciduum; nox et tempus desunt ei; diem fert continuum.
الصفحة 23 - Our sorrows still remain. But there they live in such delight, Such pleasure and such play, As that to them a thousand years Doth seem as yesterday.
الصفحة 25 - Jerusalem, my happy home, Would God I were in thee ! Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see ! Anon.
الصفحة 62 - O how glorious and resplendent, Fragile body, shalt thou be, When endued with so much beauty, Full of health, and strong, and free, Full of vigour, full of pleasure That shall last eternally...
الصفحة 19 - Jerusalem, my happy home, When shall I come to thee ? When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall I see...
الصفحة 22 - Ah, my sweet home, Jerusalem ! "Would God I were in thee, Would God my woes were at an end, Thy joys that I might see. Thy saints are crowned with glory great, They see God face to face, They triumph still, they still rejoice, Most happy is their case.
الصفحة 8 - Joy in unison secure : And in safety tell their battles And their foes' discomfiture. Freed from every stain of evil, All their carnal wars are done : For the flesh made spiritual And the soul agree in one : Peace unbroken spreads enjoyment, Sin and scandal are unknown.
الصفحة 76 - Here let my Lord hang up His conquering lance, And bloody armour with late slaughter warm, And, looking down on His weak militants, Behold His Saints...
الصفحة 78 - No bloodless malady empales their face ; No age drops on their hairs his silver snow ; No nakedness their bodies doth embase ; No poverty themselves and theirs disgrace: No fear of death the joy of life devours ; No unchaste sleep their precious time deflowers; No loss, no grief, no change, wait on their winged hours.
الصفحة 75 - Seeking their heaven out of their heaven to find, Sounding their silver trumpets out so loud, That the shrill noise broke through the starry cloud, And all the virgin souls in pure array, Came dancing forth and making joyous play : So him they led along into the courts of day. So him they led into the courts of day, Where never war nor wounds abide him more ; But in that house eternal peace doth play, Acquieting the souls that, new...