• Turning from Shelley’s sculptured face aside,
    And pacing thoughtfully the silent aisles
    Of the gray church that overlooks the smiles
    Of the glad Avon hastening its tide
    To join the seaward-winding Stour, I spied
    Close at my feet a slab among the tiles
    That paved the minster, where the sculptor’s files
    Had graven only “Died of Grief,”...

  • This is the month, and this the happy morn,
      Wherein the Son of heaven’s eternal king,
    Of wedded maid and virgin mother born,
      Our great redemption from above did bring—
      For so the holy sages once did sing—
    That He our deadly forfeit should release,
    And with His Father work us a perpetual peace.

    That glorious form, that light...

  • He might have reared a palace at a word,
    Who sometimes had not where to lay His head.
    Time was when He who nourished crowds with bread,
    Would not one meal unto Himself afford.
    He healed another’s scratch, His own side bled;
    Side, hands and feet with cruel piercings gored.
    Twelve legions girded with angelic sword
    Stood at His beck, the...

  • From “An Hymne of Heavenly Love”
    WITH all thy hart, with all thy soule and mind,
    Thou must him love, and his beheasts embrace;
    All other loves, with which the world doth blind
    Weake fancies, and stirre up affections base,
    Thou must renounce and utterly displace,
    And give thy selfe unto him full and free,
    That full and freely gave himselfe...

  • Translated by Henry Francis Cary
    Selections from “The Divine Comedy”
    Paradise: Canto XIV.
      AND lo! forthwith there rose up round about
    A lustre, over that already there;
    Of equal clearness, like the brightening up
    Of the horizon. As at evening hour
    Of twilight, new appearances through heaven
    Peer with faint glimmer, doubtfully...

  •             Eighteen hundred years agone

            Was that deed of darkness done --

            Was that sacred, thorn-crowned head

            To a shameful death betrayed,

            And Iscariot's traitor name

            Blazoned in eternal shame.

            Thou, disciple of our time,

            Follower of...

  •         The enthusiast brooding in his cell apart

               O'er the sad image of the Crucified,---

               The drooping head, closed lips and piercéd side,---

            A holy vision fills his raptured heart;

               With heavenly power inspired, his unskilled arm

               Shapes the rude block to this...