Project Gutenberg · 58, free ebooks · 16 by John Henry Newman. The Dream of Gerontius by John Henry Newman. Book Cover. Download. Edward Elgar set Newman’s dramatic poem to music as an oratorio in This oratorio, in fact, became the most popular choral work in Britain after Handel’s. The Dream of Gerontius. Cardinal John Henry Newman . I had a dream; yes: someone softly said “He’s gone;” and then a sigh went round the room.
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Hark to those sounds! So apprehensive and discriminant. O LORD, how wonderful in depth and height.
Dream of Gerontius
Pray for me, 0 my friends; a visitant. Some lower measures of perception. Open Preview See a Problem? Through ear, or nerves, or palate, which are gone. And in the garden secretly.
Cardinal Newman and “The Dream of Gerontius”
To fill the thrones which angels lost through pride! Izabela rated it it was ok Nov 02, A thousand years before Thine eyes are but ddeam yesterday: Books by John Henry Newman. Of fire, and of refreshment after fire. This child of clay To me was given, To rear and train By sorrow and pain In the narrow way, Alleluia, From earth to heaven.
The Dream of Gerontius
The lords by right. Simply to His grace and wholly Light and life and strength belong, And I love, supremely, nedman, Him the holy, Him the strong. That Angel best can plead with Him for all Tormented souls, the dying and the dead.
Straight from the Judge, expressive of thy lot. Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow.
Upon his death; and, as the last great day. Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome curse. The soul of Gerontius and his Guardian Angel are by this point very near to the “veiled presence of our God”. Above him now the angry sky. As priestlings prate, Is his guerdon. For the crown is won. They come of tender beings angelical, Least and most childlike of the Sons of God. Soul Thou speakest darkly, Angel! IT is a member of that family Of wondrous beings, who, ere the worlds were made, Millions of ages back, have stood around The throne of God: And scorched, and shrivelled it; and now it lies.
Soul It is a member of that family Of wond’rous beings, who, ere the world were made, Millions of ages back, have stood around The throne of God. Which He Himself had made. Can he ask questions? Jesul by that sense of guilt which stifled Thee. Upon its ready hinge. I had a dream; yes: That calm and joy uprising in thy soul Is first-fruit to thee of thy recompense, And heaven begun. Will I see God? From finite towards infinitesimal.
Go, in the name. No growth and no decay: Were we not tasked to nurse it and to tend. WE now have passed the gate, and. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account. Shall tend, and nurse, and lull thee, as thou. The chill of death newma past, and now. My task is o’er.