Hymns, chiefly mediæval, on the joys and glories of paradise, tr. or ed. by J.M. Neale

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John Mason Neale

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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...

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