The Crucifix of Baden, and Other Stories, Original, Translated, and Selected

Front Cover
Christian Press Assoc. Publishing Company, 1896 - Fiction - 221 pages
 

Other editions - View all

Common terms and phrases

Popular passages

Page 79 - Your tribes, and water from the ambrosial fount? Thee lastly, nuptial bower, by me adorned, With what to sight or smell was sweet ; from thee How shall I part, and whither wander down Into a lower world, to this obscure And wild? how shall we breathe in other air Less pure, accustomed to immortal fruits?
Page 154 - But tho' I seem in star and flower To feel thee some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less : My love involves the love before ; My love is vaster passion now; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more.
Page 132 - I stick fast in the deep mire, where no ground is : I am come into deep waters, so that the floods run over me.
Page 76 - He neither shall be born In housen nor in hall, Nor in the place of Paradise, But in an ox's stall. "He neither shall be clothed In purple nor in pall, But all in fair linen, As were babies all. "He neither shall be rocked In silver nor in gold, But in a wooden cradle, That rocks on the mould. "He neither shall be christened In white wine nor red, But with fair spring water, With which we were christened.
Page 68 - Lord that he should instruct us that we ought to be in such sort solicitous, what we shall eat or what we shall drink, or wherewithal we shall be clothed, that he should even burden us with the arts, cares, 32 labours of handicraftsmen?
Page 130 - He turn'd him right and round about Upon the Irish shore ; And gae his bridle-reins a shake, With adieu for evermore, My dear ; With adieu for evermore. The sodger from the wars returns, The sailor frae the main ; But I hae parted frae my love, Never to meet again, My dear ; Never to meet again. W'hen day is gane, and night is come, And a...
Page 154 - Thy voice is on the rolling air ; I hear thee where the waters run ; Thou standest in the rising sun, And in the setting thou art fair. What art thou then ? I cannot guess ; But though I seem in star and flower To feel thee some diffusive power, I do not therefore love thee less : Thy love involves the love before ; My love is vaster passion now ; Tho' mix'd with God and Nature thou, I seem to love thee more and more.
Page 77 - Something has told me, something in my breast here, Which I am sure is true, that if you keep it, If you will let no other take it from you, Terrible things I cannot bear to think of Must fall upon you. Show me that you love me : Am I not here to be your little servant, Follow your steps, and wait upon your wishes ? " But Christ refuses to yield the terrible plaything, and claims his privilege to be the elder
Page 132 - May the Lord receive the sacrifice from Thy hands, to the praise and glory of His Name, to our benefit, and to that of all His holy Church.
Page 51 - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.

Bibliographic information