A Pageant of the Thirteenth Century: For the Seven Hundredth Anniversary of Roger Bacon, Given by Columbia University

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Columbia University Press, 1914 - 75 pagina's
Features scenes with medieval guilds, crusaders, Roger Bacon, Thomas Aquinas, Dante and Beatrice.
 

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Pagina 13 - And his mercy is on them that fear him from generation to generation. He hath shewed strength with his arm: he hath scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts. He hath put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted them of low degree. He hath filled the hungry with good things; and the rich he hath sent empty away.
Pagina 14 - He remembering his mercy, hath holpen his servant Israel : as he promised to our forefathers, Abraham and his seed for ever.
Pagina 13 - My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.
Pagina 54 - Sumer is icumen in, Lhude sing cuccu ! Groweth sed, and bloweth med, And springth the wude nu, Sing cuccu ! " Awe bleteth after lomb, Lhouth after calve cu ; Bulluc sterteth, bucke verteth, Murie sing cuccu ! "Cuccu, cuccu, well singes thu, cuccu, Ne swik thu naver nu ; Sing, cuccu, nu, sing, cuccu, Sing, cuccu, sing, cuccu, nu !
Pagina 54 - Veni, veni, Emmanuel, Captivum solve Israel, Qui gemit in exilio, Privatus Dei Filio. Gaude, gaude; Emmanuel, Nascetur pro te, Israel, Veni, O Jesse Virgula; Ex hostis tuos ungula, De specu tuos tartari, Educ et antro barathri.
Pagina 52 - His works are ever full mild. ISAAC. Would God my mother were here with me ! She would kneel down upon her knee, Praying you, father, if it might be, For to save my life. ABRAHAM.
Pagina 52 - Upon this hilles brink ? If I have trespassed in any degree, With a yard you may beat me ; Put up your sword, if your will be, For I am but a child.
Pagina 52 - Sacrifice — this is no nay — To make of thy body. Isaac. Is it God's will I should be slain? Abraham. Yea, son, it is not for to layne; ' To his bidding I will be bane,1 Ever to his pleasing.
Pagina 52 - ABRAHAM. 0, my dear son, I am sorry To do to thee this great annoy God's commandment do must I, His works are ever full mild. ISAAC. Would God my mother were here...
Pagina 51 - To follow you full fain. Abraham. Oh! my heart will break in three, To hear thy words I have pity. As thou wilt, Lord, so must it be: To thee I will be bane.

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