A Celtic Psaltery / Being Mainly Renderings in English Verse from Irish & Welsh Poetry

NT OVER SAUL

beauty

ilboa's h

the migh

upon all

not no

elon's ci

tia's daugh

gs of triump

e be no

pon thy m

elds of off

ll heaven's

he shield o

's shield

as ne'er the A

ely ca

in his bloo

through an

onathan turn

of Saul

e they in

undivided

fter than mou

than lion

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daughters

r Saul y

ith scarlet and d

ou with ever

the migh

heir boas

ilboa's hi

n, thou w

brother

distressed

st been ver

leasan

he love

e that for

the migh

ed the wea

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IERY

the furna

ast the Chi

miracle

, unscathe

paths of fire,

other foo

h is seen b

ike the S

s their sai

ill our hea

ldst of Thy g

too, to wa

ves of st

ler, helpm

fit for f

Saviour a

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AND

uled the trib

ine on the

lehem, the "Ho

rink at last w

called upon J

their heart's

r strong into t

Moab and hi

y: there still the

corn are laughin

uring forth, the

locks and herds

-set plain and w

-watered Arnon

ched: there welco

ant, of wealth

melech and his

mi and his t

lion, Jordan's

t Hesbon staye

prospered for

ech in his l

cattle-spoil

ding sons o

and Mahlon,

other guided, m

ids of Moab fo

ears' space liv

o'ertook the b

thers' care ava

, their sight was

ept o'er their

days of mourni

ame from Jordan

rs of famine

plenty crowns her

spake: "Dear d

r their sakes

eed ye were

, hearken to

bs' maids made

nd fond, as e

ye unto my t

ers of their

hen their cup of

ers in sorro

ut one to mar lif

r Orpah, lovin

to dance up

have I your

can be none

daughters, O

young, and fai

craft, were i

refuse to t

itors brave wh

e accomplished

ngs? Verily n

uld each a n

with another'

grief in moth

hould I tarr

den on you

friends have

igns; I will go

both besought

rpose neither

goods to gat

passing of

Orpah each

unto Beth

ree stand read

unts of happy

id their lost on

poke her purp

back, each to h

st that there

urse a second

the future f

ssing from the

i ere she he

em, and with v

t the dregs o

gether. Orpah,

but Ruth with e

s, cried al

ake thee, urg

from followi

u goest, I wi

lodgest, will

all be my peo

only will

u diest, I wi

strike me wit

y death our live

e sealed that s

omi hand in

pt that night t

ion, though they

Obed's birth,

andsire; for t

aspect seate

s a babe with R

fant's side o

d, a form of

nd a harp whe

sic while his

angels hearken

loated o'er hi

ld who rode

avenly wonder

Ransom of th

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E FIELD AND THE

ies!" He spake as

ilies, the lili

spin not, like you,

glory was not robed

ies! Sure, if you

grasses that here f

the oven, now, say

ess clothe you, O

ls of the air, be

hey reap not, nor

r cares for them; then,

r feed you, His ch

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OD PHY

ock, young and old,

of hope: for the

bukes and the po

leper, uprais

s left his sheep l

s axe buried f

tcher half-filled

er loom and the

heir bosoms, their si

onging by foot

burthens among t

climbing in se

, with the morn th

ought-they have fo

eir stricken, in faith

ooks up to Heav

deaf ears and the b

ey hear Him and st

lame and they le

unced and affri

ith, from each li

ith from their si

ve earned His di

y hand, for as s

f, we are dumb,

me and by dem

ad! of Thine in

eem! bear us ho

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SO

went for

on the ways

out of the ai

odly grain

went for

ocks plyin

d up at the wa

ed for lac

went for

d took stea

poppies and

nd strangle

went for

st his jo

seed's gene

into graci

e look back

ent sighs

with Thee stri

able's tru

de hard were

good seed

s flock, as it

and to b

words fal

n our souls

not endure te

ed and wen

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Thy word

st, but-s

eeds-for Thy t

ever ri

it shall if

ate, patie

nation upo

t with Hea

hall we

of a soul

ommunion wi

ring down He

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DIGAL'S

e Scotch

rew the t

Courts of

ure fe

ly I fo

sion wrou

in want di

gging t

n alie

r old hom

y father

rvant sit

and drink

hin a fil

some swine

d and scor

on husk

well I

ppy days

then be

me, and

ht as air

ng littl

and hea

his dese

lattering

my Sire

ed my g

mpter's e

that wer

ooming, ric

ed virgi

art full

us an op

ht of all

onster I

my gold cea

e fair-wea

r backs upo

cast to Ea

misery

bitter my

ery ill

hought o

re for wh

see Hi

me he no

ever was

t him su

et er

ney forth t

I wil

yet may

rdon a

will ent

r, hav

Prodiga

get ne

him a

ing fa

not say

e litt

find me

none b

amed s

nitent

ng tears b

ray lit

ward he

f his f

s are fi

old ma

to his

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ARY M

have love

have been

the Dev

tily have

it wa

once all

saints wh

the Ma

h in Sata

ed for e

iour in

ils from

ened by t

black b

t with S

she had s

er Lord

t by Him

chet of

bling ha

ter non

el, as

ort and

way-we

her blind

s them no

them wit

abase

when Sim

ered, ev

er Jesu

t, but thu

no kiss

st me at

my head

t thou upo

thy bid

e hast t

ry feet

adst thou

this wo

ith scorn

em with m

her tress

them, from

nard, co

d them o'

tential

e her jo

is heard

any are

shall be

ercy he

e for God

hom God

loves mo

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