Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
When to elect there is but one,
’Tis Hobson's Choice; take that or none.
Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan, suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
A strange alternative * * *
Must women have a doctor or a dance?
CHRIST
There is a green hill far away,
Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all.</poem>
Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded,
With a crown of thorns surrounded,
Buffeted, and bruised and battered,
Smote with reed by striking shattered,
Face with spittle vilely smeared!
Hail, whose visage sweet and comely,
Marred by fouling stains and homely,
Changed as to its blooming color,
All now turned to deathly pallor,
Making heavenly hosts aff eared!
St. Bernard of Clairvaux—Passion Hymn.
Abraham Coles' trans.
In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of Sorrows had a part.
Michael Brucis—Gospel Sonnets. Christ Ascended. Attributed to John Logan, who
issued the poems with emendations of his
own.
"Every pang that rends the heart."
See also | author = Goldsmith
| work = The Captivity.
Lovely was the death
Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power,
He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed
Manifest Godhead.
Coleridge—Religious Musings. L. 29.
A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he.
He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed,
As if Theocritus in Sicily
Had come upon the Figure crucified,
And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest.
Maurice Francis Egan—Maurice de Guerin.
Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee
A lesson of humanity:
To every mothers heart forlorn,
In every house the Christ is born.
R. W. Gilder—A Madonna of Fra Lippo
Lippi.
H
In darkness there is no choice. It is light
that enables us to see the differences between
things; and it is Christ that gives us light.
J. C. and A. W. Hare—Guesses at Truth.
Who did leave His Father's throne,
To assume thy flesh and bone?
Had He life, or had He none?
If he had not Iiv'd for thee,
Thou hadst died most wretchedly
And two deaths had been thy fee.
| author = Herbert
| work = The Church. Business.
Vicisti, Galliloae.
Thou hast conquered, O Galikean.
Attributed to Julian the Apostate. Montaigne—Essays.
| place = Bk. II. Ch. XIX.
Claim dismissed by German and French
scholars. Emperor Justinian at the dedication of the Cathedral of St. Sophia, built
on the plan of the Temple of Jerusalem,
said: " I have vanquished thee, O Solomon."
| seealso = (See also Swinburne)
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| text = <poem>All His glory and beauty come from within,
and there He delights to dwell, His visits there
are frequent, His conversation sweet, His comforts refreshing; and His peace passing all understanding.
Into the woods, my Master went,
Clean forspent, forspent.
Into the woods my Master came,
Forspent with love and shame.
But the olives they were not blind to Him,
The little gray leaves were kind to Him:
The thorn-tree had a mind to Him,
When into the woods He came.
Sidney Laneer—A Ballad of Trees and the
Master.
God never gave man a thing to do concerning
which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son
of God would have done it.
George Macdonald—The Marquis of Lossie.
Vol. II. Ch.XVII.
The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air
have nests ; but the Son of Man hath not where to
lay his head.
Matthew. VIII. 20.
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake.
| author = Milton
| work = Lycidas. L. 109.
Near, so very near to God,
Nearer I cannot be;
For in the person of his Son
I am as near as he.
Catesby Paget—Hymn.
