Scenes in French Monasteries

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C.J. Skeet, 1866 - 366 páginas
 

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Página 3 - With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light. There let the pealing organ blow To the full-voiced quire below In service high and anthems clear As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
Página vi - Whose blameless wishes never aimed to rise, To meet the changes Time and Chance present, With modest dignity and calm content. When thy last breath, ere Nature sunk to rest, Thy meek submission to thy God expressed; When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, [ts hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth...
Página 150 - Tis over ; and the rite, With all its pomp and harmony, is now Floating before her. She arose at home, To be the show, the idol of the day ; Her vesture gorgeous, and her starry head — • No rocket, bursting in the midnight sky, So dazzling.
Página 28 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead, as living, ever him ador'd : Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope which in his helpe he had.
Página vi - When thy last look, ere thought and feeling fled, A mingled gleam of hope and triumph shed ; What to thy soul its glad assurance gave, Its hope in death, its triumph o'er the grave ? The sweet Remembrance of unblemished youth, The still inspiring voice of Innocence and Truth ! Hail, MEMORY, hail!
Página v - Oh thou ! with whom my heart was wont to share From Reason's dawn each pleasure and each care; With whom, alas! I fondly hoped to know The humble walks of happiness below...
Página 42 - WHEN the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head; And the censer burning swung, Where, before the altar, hung The blood-red banner, that with prayer Had been consecrated there. And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while, Sung low in the dim, mysterious aisle.
Página 238 - To spurn imploring famine from the gate: But on he moves to meet his latter end, Angels around befriending virtue's friend...
Página 351 - Ranged round their ample hearthstone in an hour Of rest, they were as gay, as free from guile, As children; answering, and at once, to all •The gentler impulses, to pleasure, mirth; Mingling, at intervals, with rational talk Music; and gathering news from them that came, As of some other world.
Página 321 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antic pillars massy proof, And storied windows, richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.

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