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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He begs his guardian to rescue him from his plight and lead him to a place where, with his whole self still quickened and consumed by God’s love, newmab can by trial and suffering be healed and remade in the image of his God: Of matter, and of sense. Choir of Angelicals Glory to Him, Who evermore By truth and justice reigns; Who tears the soul from out its case, And burns away its stains!
For them no twilight or eclipse; No growth and no decay: Be brave and patient on thy bed of sorrow.
Pure and upright in his integrity nature, meets the demons on their raid. It is the middle region, where of old Satan appeared newmaan the sons of God, To cast his jibes and scoffs at holy Job.
Told out for me. Soul How sour and how uncouth a dissonance! Angel of the Agony Jesu! I don’t have this or any bound edition of the book. And quicken’d by the Almighty’s breath.
I ever had believed That on the moment when the struggling soul Quitted its mortal case, forthwith it fell Under the awful Presence hewman its God, There to be judged and sent to its own place. By whom the suppliant prisoner is set free.
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And does but aspire To the heaven above With sordid aim, And not for love. While geology, the Higher CriticismColensoand Darwinism gerontjus his fellow Victorians, he took it in his stride — it matched his own thinking; change was good, and even religions have to evolve. That holy clay, Ha! Unsurprisingly, the actual sight of God is not described. St John Baptist, St Joseph, pray for him. A disembodied soul, thou hast by right. The chill of death is gerontijs, and now.
With aids which chance supplied. The pain has weaned me Such means of converse as are granted thee. It was reprinted numerous times during Newman’s own lifetime, translated into French and German, and carried by General Gordon whose handwritten annotations were metriculously copied by admirers onto their own copies after Gordon’s death at Khartoum.
And an extra grace. And does but aspire.
The Dream of Gerontius
Meanwhile let it suffice thee to possess. So now too, ere thou comest to the Throne. Angels, to whom the willing task is given, Shall tend, and nurse, gerontiue lull thee, as thou liest; And Masses on the earth and prayers in heaven, Shall aid thee at the Throne of the most Highest. The Dream of Gerontius.
But, lest so stern a solitude should load. For the crown is won. The precious and the base. Above him now the angry sky. A people to His praise!
Dream of Gerontius
By the sheer might. His body and his soul. Most sure in all His ways! Into Thy hands, O Lord, into Thy hands Then thou didst fear, that now thou dost not fear.
And Masses on the earth and prayers in heaven. We have gained the stairs. We are now arrived.
My work is done. Scanned by Simon Rundell srundell mirfield. The shame of self at thought of seeing Him,—. Yet his mental make up was unusual, too; he was both a mystic and a thinker, an intellectual.
Tis the restless panting of their being. The ggerontius and language used to describe Gerontius’s and his neewman angel’s journey are beautiful and otherworldly enough to suggest what it might be like to suddenly not have a body, or to experience time and space differently from what one is used to in this life. Soul Thou speakest mysteries; still methinks I know To disengage the tangle of thy words: Jude Brigley rated it it was ok Sep 12, The poem is divided into seven individual “phases”, and is Newman’s longest written poem.
And worse, and worse, Some bodily form of ill Floats on the wind, with many a loathsome curse Tainting the hallowed air, and laughs, and flaps Its hideous wings And makes me wild with horror and dismay. And from the hard and sullen mass. THY judgment now is near, for we are come Into the veiled presence of our God. The younger son He willed to be A marvel in his birth: