OF THE PHOENIXby Lactantius Translated from the LatinPDF: The Phoenix (Latin Poem)UPDATES | ARTICLE ARCHIVES | PATREON There is a place, remote in the farthest east, where the greatest gate of the eternal heavens lies open, and not only near the summer and...
The Legend of the Purgatory of Saint Patrickby Marie de FrancePDF [8/7/26]: The Legend of the Purgatory of Saint Patrick by Marie de FranceIn the name of God who is with us, And who grants us His grace, I wish to put into Romance writing As the Book tells us; In...
The Corpus Christi Carol by AnonymousLully, lullay, lully, lullay!The faucon hath borne my make away. He bare him up, he bare him down,He bare him into an orchard brown. In that orchard there was a hall,That was hangèd with purple and pall. And in that hall there was...
The Maiden Lay in the Wilds14th centuryMaiden in the mor lay,In the mor lay,Sevenyst fulleSevenist fulle.Maiden in the mor lay,In the mor lay,Sevenistes fulle ant a day. Welle was hire mete:Wat was hire mete?The primerole ant the,The primerole ant the,Welle was hire...
Hand by hand we shall us take by AnonymousHand by hand we shall us take,And joy and bliss shall we make,For the devil of hell man hath forsake,And God's Son is made our make. A child is born amongst man,And in that child was no wam; [sin]That child is God, that child...
I syng of a maiden by Anonymous, 1400Middle English original I syng of a maydenThat is makeles,king of alle kingesto here sone che chees. He cam also stilleTher his moder wasAs dew in Aprylle,That fallyt on the gras. He cam also stilleTo his modres bowrAs dew in...
Spit in my face, you Jews (Holy Sonnet 11) by John DonneSpit in my face you Jews, and pierce my side, Buffet, and scoff, scourge, and crucify me, For I have sinned, and sinned, and only he Who could do no iniquity hath died: But by my death can not be satisfied My...
The Canticle of the Sun Saint Francis of AssisiMost High, all-powerful, good Lord, Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessings. To You alone, Most High, do they belong, and no man is worthy to mention Your name. Praised be You, my...
The Dark Night of the Soul By Saint John of the Cross I. In a dark night, With anxious love inflamed, O, happy lot! Forth unobserved I went, My house being now at rest.II. In darkness and in safety, By the secret ladder, disguised, O, happy lot! In darkness and...
Hymns on the Samaritan Woman by Saint Ephraim the Syrian (303-373 AD)Blessed are you, o woman,drawer of ordinary water,who turned out to be a drawer of living water.You found the treasure,the Source from whom a flood of mercies flows. The spring had dried up,but it...
An Irish poemThen, as she plucked her son from herbreast for the executioner, one of thewomen said: ‘Why do you tear from me my darling son,The fruit of my womb?It was I who bore him, he drank my breast.My womb carried him about,...