Between Whiles: A Collection of Verses

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D.H. McBride, 1899 - Religious poetry, American - 189 pages
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Page 50 - I have known one word hang starlike O'er a dreary waste of years, And it only shone the brighter Looked at through a mist of tears...
Page 40 - Quis est qui non gauderet, Christi matrem si videret In tanto solatio? Quis non posset collaetari Christi matrem contemplari Ludentem cum Filio? Pro peccatis suae gentis, Christum vidit cum jumentis, Et algori subditum. Vidit suum dulcem natum Vagientem, adoratum Vili diversorio. Nato Christo in praesepe, Coeli cives canunt laete Cum immense gaudio.
Page 44 - Qui nascendo vicit mortem Volens vitam tradere. Fac me tecum satiari Nato tuo inebriari, Stans inter tripudia. Inflammatus et accensus, Obstupescit omnis sensus Tali de commercio. Fac me nato custodiri, Verbo Dei praemuniri, Conservari gratia.
Page 64 - We give Thee thanks for all Thy benefits, O Almighty God, who livest and reignest for ever; and may the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Page 40 - Dura jacebat parvulus. Cujus animam gaudentem, Laetabundam et ferventem, Pertransivit jubilus. O quam laeta et beata Fuit illa immaculata Mater unigeniti! Quae gaudebat et ridebat, Exultabat, cum videbat Nati partum inclyti. Quis est qui non gauderet, Christi matrem si videret In tanto solatio?
Page 26 - Virgin, how from of old the ear hath never heard that he who ran to thee for refuge, implored thy help and sought thy prayers was forsaken of God. Virgin of virgins, Mother, emboldened by this confidence, I fly to thee, to thee I come, and in ihy presence I, a weeping sinner, stand.
Page 13 - Who is she that cometh forth as the morning rising, fair as the moon, bright as the sun, terrible as an army set in array?
Page 26 - mongst all mothers tender, With equal confidence to thee I fly, To thee I come as to a sure defender, A weeping sinner, unto thee I cry. Sweet Mother of the Word Incarnate, hear me — May e'en my halting words efficient prove — Cast not away my prayer, but deign to cheer me, And let my sore distress thy pity move.
Page 42 - Stabat senex cum puella non cum verbo , nec loquela, stupescentes cordibus. Eia , Mater , fons amoris, me sentire vim ardoris , fac ut tecum sentiam ! Fac ut ardeat cor meum in amando Christum Deum, ut sibi complaceam. Sancta Mater , istud agas ; prone introducas plagas cordi fixas valide. Tui natt calo lapsi, jam dignati foeno nasci pcenas mecum divide.
Page 11 - VICTORS in tourney for love and duty, Chivalrous knights in their golden prime Knelt at the throne of the Queen of Beauty, Ages agone, in the olden time. Kneeling they proffered, and deemed it...

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