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S. ANTHONY OF PADUA | |||
HIS FESTIVITY | |||
HOLY CELEBRATED | |||
IN DAY XIII OF JUNE | |||
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In the festivity of | |||
SAINT ANTHONY OF PADUA | SAINT ANTHONY OF PADUA | ||
Celebrated in the Basilica of the SS. Twelve Apostles | |||
Sonnets dedicated to the | |||
Most Reverend Father Master | |||
Antonio Aversana D´Aversa | |||
General Minister of the whole Order of Friars Minor Conventual of Saint Francis | |||
Domenico Antonio Ercole D.D.D. | |||
Saint Anthony sails to Morocco to receive martyrdom. | |||
GO NOW, ANTHONY, LO HERE THE FLYING SAILS, | |||
WISTLES THE MISTRAL, BLOWS THE SIROCCO, FAVOURS THE SOUTHERN WIND, | |||
IN THE SALTY SILVER GROWS IN THE DEVOTED HEART | |||
THIRST FOR DEATH, HIDROPSY OF THE SAILS. | |||
GO NOW TO THE ARA IN THE CRUEL TINGITANA | |||
DO OFFER YOURSELF BELOW THE BARBARIAN AXE. | |||
OH, GO NOW SWIMMING TO THE AFRICAN SANDS | |||
OF CIRCUMCISED MONSTERS YOU, FAITHFUL HOST. | |||
BUT STOP THE MILD FLIGHT OF THE WINGED ABERE | |||
THAT HAVING THE SUNSET IN AFRICAN LARES | |||
DID NOT SEE OF THE HISPANIC SKY THE GOLDEN ASTER. | |||
HE OFFERS TO THE CONCILIATOR LIGHT THE ARMLESS SHORE | |||
( | (TRINACRIA) AND OF HIS HOTNESS HE PREFERS THE FATE, | ||
THE FIERY MAGNETS OF THE MONGIBELLO MOUNTAIN. | |||
OF The Etnean | |||
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Saint Anthony in a wood converts to faith thirteen murderers | |||
TO THE THICK ARDENNE AMIDST THE GROWING HORRORS | |||
YOU TURN ANTHONY THE HOLY FOOT, | |||
WITHOUT FEARING OF THE IMPIOUS CACCO THE GUILTY CRIMES | |||
WHILE OF FAITH YOUR GREAT HARM IS ARMED. | |||
GO YOU HERO, THAT AMIDST BURNING FAULTS | |||
STAYS OF SCIRON THE ANGRY HOST, | |||
AND SHOOT FROM YOUR LIP ELOQUENT ARROWS, | |||
AND MAY IN THEIR BREST THE SIN RESOUNDS. | |||
BUT WHAT? HE FOUGHT WITH THE DARING FINGER, | |||
AND WHILE SHE OF TEARS ASPERSES THE SOIL, | |||
HE POINTS OUT OF THE ETHEREAL ABODE THE WAY. | |||
OH, RECONDITE ARCANE? HE WINS AT SUNSET | |||
THIRTEEN ANTHONY, IN THE HOUR WHEN THE LIVING CHRIST | |||
MADE WORTH OF HEAVEN ONE ONLY BURGLAR. | |||
Of the Etnean | |||
IN ROME, BY DOMENICO ANTONIO ERCOLE, 1685, | |||
IN | WITH PERMISSION OF THE SUPERIORS | ||
Latest revision as of 23:35, 26 July 2017
S. ANTHONY OF PADUA
HIS FESTIVITY HOLY CELEBRATED IN DAY XIII OF JUNE
In the festivity of SAINT ANTHONY OF PADUA Celebrated in the Basilica of the SS. Twelve Apostles
Sonnets dedicated to the Most Reverend Father Master Antonio Aversana D´Aversa General Minister of the whole Order of Friars Minor Conventual of Saint Francis
Domenico Antonio Ercole D.D.D.
Saint Anthony sails to Morocco to receive martyrdom.
GO NOW, ANTHONY, LO HERE THE FLYING SAILS, WISTLES THE MISTRAL, BLOWS THE SIROCCO, FAVOURS THE SOUTHERN WIND, IN THE SALTY SILVER GROWS IN THE DEVOTED HEART THIRST FOR DEATH, HIDROPSY OF THE SAILS.
GO NOW TO THE ARA IN THE CRUEL TINGITANA DO OFFER YOURSELF BELOW THE BARBARIAN AXE. OH, GO NOW SWIMMING TO THE AFRICAN SANDS OF CIRCUMCISED MONSTERS YOU, FAITHFUL HOST.
BUT STOP THE MILD FLIGHT OF THE WINGED ABERE THAT HAVING THE SUNSET IN AFRICAN LARES DID NOT SEE OF THE HISPANIC SKY THE GOLDEN ASTER.
HE OFFERS TO THE CONCILIATOR LIGHT THE ARMLESS SHORE (TRINACRIA) AND OF HIS HOTNESS HE PREFERS THE FATE, THE FIERY MAGNETS OF THE MONGIBELLO MOUNTAIN.
OF The Etnean
Saint Anthony in a wood converts to faith thirteen murderers
TO THE THICK ARDENNE AMIDST THE GROWING HORRORS YOU TURN ANTHONY THE HOLY FOOT, WITHOUT FEARING OF THE IMPIOUS CACCO THE GUILTY CRIMES WHILE OF FAITH YOUR GREAT HARM IS ARMED.
GO YOU HERO, THAT AMIDST BURNING FAULTS STAYS OF SCIRON THE ANGRY HOST, AND SHOOT FROM YOUR LIP ELOQUENT ARROWS, AND MAY IN THEIR BREST THE SIN RESOUNDS.
BUT WHAT? HE FOUGHT WITH THE DARING FINGER, AND WHILE SHE OF TEARS ASPERSES THE SOIL, HE POINTS OUT OF THE ETHEREAL ABODE THE WAY.
OH, RECONDITE ARCANE? HE WINS AT SUNSET THIRTEEN ANTHONY, IN THE HOUR WHEN THE LIVING CHRIST MADE WORTH OF HEAVEN ONE ONLY BURGLAR.
Of the Etnean
IN ROME, BY DOMENICO ANTONIO ERCOLE, 1685,
WITH PERMISSION OF THE SUPERIORS