日期：2007-10-29 The Proud Poet （For Shaemas O Sheel） One winter night a Devil came and sat upon my bed, His eyes were full of laughter for his heart was full of crime. Why don't you take up fancy work, or embroidery？ he said, For a needle is as manly a tool as a... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Lionel Johnson （For the Rev. John J. Burke, C. S. P.） There was a murkier tinge in London's air As if the honest fog blushed black for shame. Fools sang of sin, for other fools' acclaim, And Milton's wreath was tossed to Baudelaire. The flowers of... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Father Gerard Hopkins, S. J. Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art？ For Song, one saith, is but a human heart Speaking aloud, undisciplined and free. Nay, God be praised, Who fixed thy task for t... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Gates and Doors （For Richardson Little Wright） There was a gentle hostler （And blessed be his name！） He opened up the stable The night Our Lady came. Our Lady and Saint Joseph, He gave them food and bed, And Jesus Christ has given him A glory ro... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Singing Girl （For the Rev. Edward F. Garesche, S. J.） There was a little maiden In blue and silver drest, She sang to God in Heaven And God within her breast. It flooded me with pleasure, It pierced me like a sword, When this young maiden sang... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Annunciation （For Helen Parry Eden） Hail Mary, full of grace, the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed； She has a Bridegroom Who may not be named, Her mortal flesh bears Him Who conquers death. Now in the dust her spirit grovell... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Roses （For Katherine Bregy） I went to gather roses and twine them in a ring, For I would make a posy, a posy for the King. I got an hundred roses, the loveliest there be, From the white rose vine and the pink rose bush and from the red rose tree. B... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Visitation （For Louise Imogen Guiney） There is a wall of flesh before the eyes Of John, who yet perceives and hails his King. It is Our Lady's painful bliss to bring Before mankind the Glory of the skies. Her cousin feels her womb's sweet burde... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Multiplication （For S. M. E.） I take my leave, with sorrow, of Him I love so well； I look my last upon His small and radiant prison-cell； O happy lamp！ to serve Him with never ceasing light！ O happy flame！ to tremble forever in His sight！ I l... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Thanksgiving （For John Bunker） The roar of the world is in my ears. Thank God for the roar of the world！ Thank God for the mighty tide of fears Against me always hurled！ Thank God for the bitter and ceaseless strife, And the sting of His chasteni... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Thorn （For the Rev. Charles L. O'Donnell, C. S. C.） The garden of God is a radiant place, And every flower has a holy face： Our Lady like a lily bends above the cloudy sod, But Saint Michael is the thorn on the rosebush of God. David is the so... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Big Top The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of the trampled grass and elephants and hay. I take off my hat to the acrobat with his delicate, strong art, And the motley mirth of the chalk-faced clo... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Queen Elizabeth Speaks My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold. So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God, Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet ha... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Mid-ocean in War-time （For My Mother） The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel an enchanted place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blend... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Queen Elizabeth Speaks My hands were stained with blood, my heart was proud and cold, My soul is black with shame . . . but I gave Shakespeare gold. So after aeons of flame, I may, by grace of God, Rise up to kiss the dust that Shakespeare's feet ha... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Mid-ocean in War-time （For My Mother） The fragile splendour of the level sea, The moon's serene and silver-veiled face, Make of this vessel an enchanted place Full of white mirth and golden sorcery. Now, for a time, shall careless laughter be Blen... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 In Memory of Rupert Brooke In alien earth, across a troubled sea, His body lies that was so fair and young. His mouth is stopped, with half his songs unsung； His arm is still, that struck to make men free. But let no cloud of lamentation be Where,... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The New School （For My Mother） The halls that were loud with the merry tread of young and careless feet Are still with a stillness that is too drear to seem like holiday, And never a gust of laughter breaks the calm of the dreaming street Or rises... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 Easter Week （In memory of Joseph Mary Plunkett） （Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.） William Butler Yeats. Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave. Then, Yeats, what gave that Easter dawn A... 阅读全文>>

日期：2007-10-29 The Cathedral of Rheims （From the French of Emile Verhaeren） He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves like gold appear, Sees it draw near Like some great mountain set upon the plain, From radiant dawn until the clo... 阅读全文>>