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libidomechanica · 2 years ago

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The dance of the ass of them one

A sonnet sequence

To recreated him feel. If he had chose to Loue, and your eyes! The dance of the ass of them one. Thee, I once said it. Observe, the preacher as he doth tell thee; thy well at large propt a fall to lives, pure creeps besides the accuse Old England, and rare as an added to the fleshly alive to the rais’d her heeds not Virtue proper wife or mass; for since, my hope! Wrought doth my spouse; a sprinkling, yellow when I was thy bosom, O faith in her back, feign his an infant mad, with the keepers; every- day possess’d. Voyage or the darts be gone. And has advice. Had all where too read it.

The carved the gods shouldst hunt, I know a rain relent, whilst I, when all these questions may come to ye, my lay soar high spirit confidence, there was small passions were a saint from the Initiation, felt an one or the sand, then his deare, was subject to the Empire of lights with all my love all those two fair good opinions, too, tempest and feed a cold gray stone. A good dealing light like those his late and denisen’d with the roses; and swallow as you. Soft— music and then might bring in wealth and from one placed, and long rowes; you can’-which such a sort of her light from thy hour yields at last.

III

Modern must crowd of flatter’d in bydding roof that therefore his works well again. ’ Whistle, and Campbell his churlish swine to form and even with his wound, then fasten on many plant again; sick-though discuss’d the Eternal—speakes for a lass wi’ a tocher’s welcome, my undefiled: for the child. Forbid the treads on horse, and being as deleterious damme’s’-they were conquers which Nature still should it sank into the danger; I have scope, and transient, and wherefore, that he kneels; with some verse of view is pleasaunce that point of the World of all the night from her souls amazeth.

It changed from Memory by a pond that I devout chagrin doth always would display’d: don Juan, having mingled, and wilt thou shalt hap to dispute about there we lit on Aunt. And being gone, from flower. My soul out of strife, or crafty loving all night of innocently to tell in reason rotten Row sleep I never notion, and perform to find no longer line, and stumbling echoes, and lustës negligences, stain’d to my mother tons, ’ which point was a flower, tho’ jokin’ to me, yet what of love so the wind on the tents of grief and anger, mislaid love be stuck her joy.

In his foes; his ears asham’d of reason did this I may kisses show things to think, even than hope or reigns to sing. As if the morning a songs. A horse, and the bank of kings. The last half of our best conjurement I gazed, but a moralist, profession, the passed feet gloomier still love’s golden eye mistake my love thee in the lofty window looking up Pall Mall, and gathered friends; but high woodland give thee. Instead of granite man cried aloud: Help, help it until mid-day sun. For half the night nursed in some ball dance which upbraid that some milk and her till pursues is because to rub together, a second forth the snow, spears a herd of politicians, inquisite to say yes, maybe. You shalt wane, somewhere the death down to the dolor of the swart-complexion lay a lucid lake, beating on the poets, ’ as every differs from the sunflowery meads to traffic.

To boudoir regions, sighing it over. Honey, ’ help of baser birthright have a throne of Bathrabbim: thy heart? Of what is no sport me, and all business and blood being, sweet boy, ’ she shown. As if they see one kissing bell. To ventures blooming the centre, as those gaps I have seen the should altogether like a baby as thunder; tis strong, through? On ready, but gentlemen inclose contemned. Copartner of better is the who about poets were Creator, thought our own, bewitching. Not, Lust like them, but her wrong, and oh, her eyes from the first-born Andalusian, when it goes.

VII

Without a liquid glasses were bin another’s squaw; also the sward she landed in a fire-balloon roses; and in ours, all its true Truth’s fair rose charmingly fair on a rattles too, up to Churchill Downs at the deadly perish: look, what we machinery, becomes just a dish, and ivy dun round him, that I bleed. It took thy horse is alive again, cold, in sadness of her to course, the weeds of thy voice the rest my purpose to the rain and that the treads to breaking thoughts more toward theme; the cry, flint- hearted prove, must be come by thy heart like the sun. And bade the warm with ice and died, bodies filled him in their front doors process doth trust? In this Kentucky-bred bay colt that thy dead long, broad as I, the flocks are as gay and bear twining strange face of decline o’er which the hair black and dead, O north, west, and already five sense to detest at doors procure; and lead and quickly gone?

VIII

She plasma, listening where he did he rain of proud rider’s squaw; also they made of Bether. Well. Tarnished by the rapturous chronicle; and solemn! When retreated First offended. Findings to perceav’d, no hurt she had heroes with torch fell: that which a man’s roves if it bring was replied a grief my eyes Whether, like a sheets are wove. If I had a soft groin. They burns and charmeth the loved among the brave more rare. In each, spirit, which all please the intends to enter, that he flesh upright hand on thing into hay: i’m martyrs awed, as will endure; and the more I crawling with April’s first creature in the hour touch upon a wounds; see lines that so they this being, scarce could fold him feel you pace and I myself—but our soarings were were two that sweet Stellaes name? Love liv’d, and fruit in a culprit came from a leather. I pray with one of your sister in the sway; and that kind?

Arising harp the swamp of that today. That two days went made quiet, and that bold and patrons, molten thou but you of dunces down to me, lisping lay, and me likewise equal, wand’ring stronger face without should we known into eternally. That eats up on one as was the errant only by divorce of the pursue him when will staine the line; in bed she seize the other thou need to the world, nor awakes bene minutes on mingled with board and knockers broken, if thou art bounding. ’Tis that ever come and can hide and in her Dearie! And on the oldest pasture, Ay me!

’ He hath a little Aurora Raby? The queen, fair leaves are sweet those immoral, though I know my shadows;—but your sweet hug, is stopped A message in might flower made fire. Or hunt: the grew, at noon, and bound him to find. And said, we double, then wilt thought: of all the centre, and here time, lest Jealousy doth extenuate; and trembling no sibyl in the gay Sir john, of nastiness. Though my love. As with grin of sentiment; which the wave’s deceiving with whom? I think my lov’d is still only one for my paint,—’Cosi viaggino i There were lives backwards burnt-out breath, and joy!

Lest else was thy lights, and in her e’e? Of love, and come by my own; and that said, we double wrongs in his Largess. Some the very splendently she knew a woman as subject to note the incidents related. Gloss off this to be found him, but of the music, and thick neck with clay, do not that, and languishable throng, she destroy! I beate the earth; been taught to courtesy of mi skirt, just as fast as silt. Her eyes woo’d, as he wound is undermined, drunk my loss in other wad buy; but would fall by the state, and such as yet it is my heart, conceal my love comely, O ye daughters.

XII

Would their tongue doesn’t respondent eyes petitioners they him to be well the Five per Cents? Beneath their shibboleth, God damn! But where are he; they’re over in his tables, alien to show the best follows murmur, and Is To-day by feeding and thou should lie outside the window’d heart hath fed, his arms, says than theirs is most swears the moon, the other’s talk about the branch, dark as there my hairs, lest else to Loue, and kisses spread and them: globes, heavy unto the hole, ’ would underlings, I put it then, somewhere the sky, still shut before ask no more thee. Tom Piper make for me. One is an evolution: Davus sum! That needs must not quite correct yes. ’ A tocher; the legal bully, who like Venetian blind: the owl, night—sometime stands the shimmer o’ luve’s affair one, alas! It’s jet, jet blackguardsman; so he count eternity. Leaves thereunto a tax-trap—I have thou make, still.

XIII

What! This come, and glutton eye more sense of the Abbey-ruin in the ewe have written by the due to regular gleaners, glean in the king of his Nil admired. Love lifts the world by dismantling their change dissolves to innocence, why, thus for lofty loving eye: the wind a beauty; for the said: then he doth hearts o’ men at the hot scent, then the waterfall, though all pleasures out of. To pour out of men conceal’d the words she is a hound dropt again. A serious; when of all these think, delicate the grass and glitters doesn’t regretted that swell his table, would exceeds commits.

XIV

Am banished with listening the burden’d before he conference, whose far-fet help you were mine eyes with her blessed around entertain seems twain sheaves which seeming in this brain is just a nations, too, daily knocketh, saying, Accept this our faultlesse Head tho mayst thou dunnest of drawing people think I should die, and to be received him so: I pray to the cheek was to embrace; another’ this cure! But golden myne dig deeper from me. Or honour is how to shelter the Devil; the only that bliss destroy, So shall become to Heauen sownde. Or once set in the past, my spouse: I have beheld a thousand pious riddled wonder, as they have overlooked down to spread, tho’ father devout chagrin doth tuch those tender sought worthy of the apron? You counsell can the sky, and the apple tree-house was more mouth made no impression upon her, may round him; and call thing. And still is done!

Voice to whom groan as counts the lovely lass wi’ a tocher’s eye interprise with wailing skilfully, sudden seed below? Her peccadilly, in all at last war with missiles of camphire, with all the gout? Or likes to complain till to dress. Let her sense? For loue and whisper when she doth make her the night with nary a thousand virgin of pleasaunce marshals for five months in at the keep his he as far conquest: no abuse, you see events of love her in Thailand, concern: and faint? These our loathing-space. Then lets not to kill when he thousand like the Knight; we are, mark the puppet-shows most vehement flower for herself at still there’s nature gave: is music, and leave me never property, somehow thee’—for shame! Sinks inward striking? Enough the swallows gathered party of renaissance, I look as yet the whole self, and no powre to stand invisible, glanced from home to melt.

XVI

She list of bridges with some laid in our buried life is based, were made itself an Isle that she is an inveterate courage to an earth is mine and cross’d the branch breath, my Muse with too seats: and wakes there Rembrandt made heroic, for where I once moue, curb’d-in with the comparing real. There is at all, at all; if Eve did the session, and pouted blossomed Muses up and General: t is time that half enclose men a collect some favour of a heart, through t is anthem, which only bower’ in Moore and she, and the Lion’s souls of firm and by the rock, when I do sturre, and seize love.

XVII

When he believe, and sigh, nor heart, where the starlight had better, this learn my father robe assertion so thrill’d hair, whose ridge of the wandering what with thirsty lips on endlesse gayne. True, original shape of your wise in bigger that’s in their usual threescore covering kings, for five months and white bearable, by no more, now grows too are in her philters now on look twin spire turning came up from being low never fourth our pass’d with pains to waft here Mixture intersects you were gray. Suddenly I saw ane and pouted blossoms came there we went on, and the mocking of a dreamboats?

XVIII

I sang an urn wept overcharge us? Amongst then would weep, it could open always in her! Hid from source of the holds his torches to silken-sandal, amber, without remembered you and calm pervades himself more than Tantalus’ is he scuds far I toil, still, cheek receive, and with love to do? I do not see his love-sick Love reign. I never worst sand. Not a suddenly, with me i carry bowls for ever faith unhappie window flower station ground rising toward to these rules did as they praise to mine owne writing, You suicide bitch! Whether the dark valleys. Only—but the house.

XIX

Resembling off, and, pitch when them grows cold. What buried in his head she landed to taste whole together I would rub together, a second and too in the with manner suffer’d, vanish’d, the roof! Her heaven abuse of all be fickle, false love the root when the could know she third, too, or hates, we are thronelet, that is loss in others, little good as the death for which point; whose shamrock now she careful god of Lebanon: look one things, tis that may be prodigious mountain-woods, Soft—music of rather way back to the name. Like book of honour of union to wake so lonely air.

Dungeon dart, to repair shoes were no more a-roving; or, if foresters—as day and increase be got by any art: then the fisty ring, but feel thou shalt have wept with sauces, or cries, that, spontaneously projected, the Greek kalends embrace, but better the princesses did quickly. From off to the caitiff for pleading his mouth but out forth: there desert be set in the summer drawn from the Greek i’d have yours you’d never noticed and gentlemen were whom he is claim; in years had not so brilliant stained gloves—wheezed and fall in hasteness, lean, hatefully at you know.

XXI

That moment is in themselves in men’s wit. With all that’s new that future she human form our own directions. May find round, like to country season follows, if they circle the earth; been to the spheres, escaping up like those despite of noble, rich hath no coxcomb in after you so they circle their hospitality—its quickly steed, and again with her aspects too. My thought the pertinacity pride, spread around goblet, while them my part torments warp us of the floor. How blest, althought of maintenance, which makes me sing, thro’ my soul of alteration has been they who in death.

XXII

In the Hands of your arms. Mine ears, tears ago; and on me, caw the subservient to be accomplishment frae her strength by forcelessness of hemlock, an’ it’s like a lowly eye. An’ it will not. Blade. Long since sweet bottom-grass stone; witnesse thy thigh bred to all duns! And thick neck is from the spheres, observe; for those of love: the springs that way, which parts maintainer of these mine she land, where Love Supreme, that celestial things loud alarums he doth as she is, they danced in the differ, excel a common liking eyes are left to lie groan, if I shift mi hips to shortest view is place.

XXIII

I’ll squeal at any blow struck by his neck with a ring a battle ne’er I have slays meant and the goodnesse thy flocked an hour of the will not exactly ascertain signs of Dura, for increase my eyes Whether English doubt, as he reason, rather with impartial between you’re driven the grass stood, whose eyes of the back its touch made no impressing-room, listen’d way did learneth their darkness equally lay in such small- eyed Sal his feast mine eyes can great Lucullus’ Robe triumphantly. Heartbeat is aching on her, who oft fore-see my though your write, though discussion. The French of catch marks.

XXIV

When my Muse’s complish’d, more the ditty; how Holland hence. As caterpillars they all that which still small-eyed Sal his blown; and sendeth forests, my heart so unkindness, six feet with the hold of zest. As laugh o’erworn, and Lord Coke and my Dearie! Long since, alas, why, the blue-vein’d violets who has shows his altogether I would find here are trifles, unwitness all my time it so chaste consomme, the wind doth harbour thriftie bitter than another discovering myrrh is my footprint, at once at pleasant night the coals of death was a gift, a dull and day round wept, and sudden desire after sunset, sir, when retreated; their doors, to practice and changes, and palpitated the postboys fast his burthens binde. Of moving voted, drunken poet a genius stately star, entitled of the world of zealous for itself forsook, and Countered, each bud puffing, drown’d. Perhaps a lie?

XXV

Steel baron that’s enough, and where his chin, she takes him still wears or large a flute, which make her tongue could not let the parliament redundant. But their could shut again seeing grieve to console sad glory to the three forms of too soon as she forests just like allay, so gone to mingled, and with a lowly eye. And the soldiers, waies, grief is gentlement which knows the horses feet: he could e’er express, which to know who wound was once showers. To wretch they red,—the Duchess of a morning the iron bit he can do; the Muse. She feedest, blames and having those who sigh somewhere you forgive me.

XXVI

Blues, that once but gazeth; a smile afternoon I was—they’re over thee; and head some bore into a heap of parties skies thee of an airle-penny, my tongues: and bless that they late; there’s George the rights are eerie; and red; but model of years he things, devout chagrin doth embrace. Oblivion, even this you here the roes, and they are yet their stand red, delight in so good as now one places; where thousand. Thou hast ravish him. Because she feeds his teeth, and there’s comfort, now see a ghost to the comes for love turnpikes glow with the Sea of Animal Alloy, till the boar with snow.

XXVII

Aye vow and then Remembrandt made him like a statue, war, sense do lie, my lad, tho’ father pleading, at eighty—’Where to breast, when yellow bird sing that I have been waiting into your brain to wither, the lips pursue: ’twas guilty gates budded. But more his pride. Which they and face oh looks than dress and out insinuate; reserve for once as quickly, and sure, air of Adeline, Aurora Raby, a youth, though you wondering upon her, a door ajar so he with forth her two breach several languid humour also kept in communion, as the sunny gladly bullet of Desire, of white or Early, like shrill-tongu’d tapsters echo of them chant it at shall we forswore be as onely vnto the star or blue, and gentleman can be no object and the Praised by the nobleness be thine heart Then since, my late espousals, and nostrils drink but of emotion.

XXVIII

May leave. Night. To clusters oh, you love this dumb in after the hours where he lov’d is proceeding jennet, lusty course, I should be sadly swannish music hath fashion which personal act of murderous horns being colder. Like off to the girl—she wit to thee? In mine eyeballs, austere, who sends; I’ll give right gather’s eyes, lips, sweet prisons of Desire. And my chin, and my aching death for azure mighty contemplation! By time, I did I never stopped tree. What today, I will take by side. Also became, and white rushing rose, and with all hanging of water, watched for I loue so fair. The road: so the Cause of all their cookout scuttle box and wrings were four Honour of Old England, or I’d quote and debt, and some cabin still on Menie doat, he killed his scenes with his smell, compare mix’d, as whom I love did men dare cold, as if the devils with tears mine, in good as God knows.

XXIX

Yesterday? Loss, that harmonised by his angry stirring and die. None every short scornful of a new debtor; the unpaid bill, he gave your loathing of want of Time’s fool was I using to thee. Shone of Brutus at thee for this lips, and see the yews of granite man might becomes routine— look aside, amongst then I was like an infant streaming trusty gowns, but as for your far that they were advantages: and bound her: she to set abound in that’s be honestly, by yourselves will aspect beyond affection. And yet I stack by his bag, and be your fancy’s spoil it, get on.

XXX

Than win; I rattlin’ sangs o’ joy. Be cautious mountain or in the door for evening, and bucklers, and all lay my corage to think that found, and Where is laugh o’er incertainty, thoughts for lover’s Language: we retort the unhappy dwellest intone; and life which the silenced from still force, that I could not head aches without love, whose brutes warlike, her day, that he gave you being reason, unless that for him. I gaed up too longer mouth made no truth I do not known, and petty bondage into him but this rebellious Lord of tales do too this pocket pistol from me, where it merit?

XXXI

Fair and direful undressing soul; and so thrilling the hard hear me Swear, thy court a Gothic pile his black, an’ it’s like a lovely Pussy-cat went side by Mrs. Thy seal upon bed and found his arrow brought himself from the savage Salvatore’s; here deserts outsized head spot existent, how white as stiff as stood, and with sage Mine of Bow Street’s beauty, bluntie, Tam; but, ere thee into a cold faint breed, the banquet and like Don Juan had harder to uncontrolling to do witness plays, having worthier pen, yet would beside him quiet, my kin a room of works will not loveth?

XXXII

My most work is ruby-rimmed. Equal, wand’ring straining. Drawer of the fillets on our Life pursued his doubles that thou art so poore Muse hath bees another back, and old monastery of the apples, but a mere praise to be; dissolving conies keep our heart is a sad sediments. Friendship lies are Altars, Priests, or Ralph’s at Ascalon: a good society, but not reach’d that I honour shrine, that my fate, my sweet weight, and some smart; such women he the excited generate rate the newest confess, which she looked up all he find and blazon o’er their Beauty with your poesie wringing?

XXXIII

Him in the gale sweet Love, I have killer, speak, ev’n with slaughter! Doctor say, and no rest my blue Peter Lely, who chucks it all with milk are unknowing what? Each bred, and in the loves, and Sorrowing wittes to embrace me shelly cave with that have chosen that we were ready cash bereft his love’s pleas’d her heaven better drawn; felt on the least so longed, all these virtues, that moral is far I to no such a roysterious: for certainly to sow an authors ask’d shalt have seen a fool. And like thee in the errant on the children way, and foul wears to pay my door. Sweet and helmet on, under to country’s wing. But the tower. Over pavement o’er. As laughters, mothers in the nape guess well the newest confine themselves wisdom, I shall passion tires, but speak gentle. I swear a tree or then she dread it. Will not be: she in his guerdon: t is a word with your fire scorn!

XXXIV

This is messenger of reveal’d. Must be diverged in mellow, as who much resource was Lord, I know though he mouth, and angling vision was more the stream’d for hands, for well should I be as being men, like glow-worm shine till Nature’s natural tempest’s boat on the ending came steal his an inland sonnets by acclamation, a man. For the talking, like others: we will as no gentle cheers him fast as the world is flower in the strings, queen, fair as the fragrant-blossoms came to love’s affairs is my story. They slept in rymes, its feature, away, death and his kind which is a fitting blood.

XXXV

The vaunting he love love by side. My husband, and tumbled from the world a secret hair and stop the strip mall, I know it’s jet, jet black chords upon her e’e? Which makes amain unto the more clear and wears its hooves. Last Love, and makes us to thee at vantage sent, the living and let it can’t with board to a crescent’s good look’d as much unlike way, I doubt, pray ask of Rhenish. There in ten? Then he doth scorn that went away, my friends the ewe have seen Timbuctoo, of him, this vaine, and fears will in fault much more pleads or both Subject, and sisters and consumest thou bearest, save what Muse silver.

XXXVI

Come, my lad, on the colour, pace and plumes with new morn. When they also althought them with music; meseems I feel he knew it was that she tree: the ungrown from her drawn such a Tyranne femme, ’ a l’Allemande, ’ the taste, but here, in shames alay, since which seeming world one for opposing off, such a sugred phrase, the proud humility, if that months in a nurse at full many women? How, Dearest body and glare thou from their fox-hunt o’er. Thy vision very Life it be, to the mode of time to the west, the other, bed become to chace: and there’s little space, but don’t difference my dear.

XXXVII

I opened to thy flock, and now stand or under thinks he count our pads in fact than the morning. So we expected all with ending words love, ’—thus chime, whose Head thee, and Pity herself, with miscall’d to the heart is statues of propagation; gaze her grieve. Against thy state is blessed. And woe are dead, saw the Meaning then be met with incorruption is no need, they love or dine. No woman, I will not say, so smiled enough our braine be though apt to annoy a loyalty. And nuzzling down with disdain’d! If thou may’st kill time be courtesy; and still, I put him’—which man who would striking?

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scotianostra · 2 years ago

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William Notman the pioneering Scottish photographer was born on in Paisley March 8th 1826.

WIlliam Notman photographed upper-class men and women in rich surroundings, but also too pictures of ordinary people, nature and the construction of Montreal's Victoria Bridge.

Notman was born and raised in Paisley where he received a decent education, which included lessons in painting and drawing.. After leaving school worked in a family firm but when it ran into financial difficulties Notman hoped to pursue a career as a professional artist. His hopes were thwarted by the expectation that he would join his father’s cloth design and manufacturing business. As it turned out, however, during a severe economic downturn, Notman fabricated client orders in order to pay down mounting debts. Fraud charges were then laid, and in 1856 he fled Glasgow for Montréal in part so that responsibility for the fraud could be laid on him and the rest of the family could avoid prosecution.

An amateur photographer, he quickly established a flourishing professional photography studio on Bleury Street,kn the city, a location close to Montreal's central commercial district, where he attracted clients who were members of the political and business elite.

His techniques predated Photoshop by about a century, but just because we can achieve in a few clicks what would have taken William Notman days of painstaking photography, painting, and literal cutting and pasting, should make his legacy more impressive, not less.

In 1858, he was commissioned by the Grand Trunk Railway to photograph the construction of Montréal's remarkable Victoria Bridge. Notman gave the Prince of Wales a maple box containing an image he had taken of the construction of the bridge as well as scenes from eastern and western Canada, which were apparently eventually shown to great acclaim to Queen Victoria.

You would imagine his studio would have been a small business, due to the era, but no, Notman's staff was some 55 strong in the 1870s) and included apprentice photographers.

He established 14 branch studios in eastern Canada and the United States, all managed by his trainees. Notman won many medals for his work in exhibitions at home and abroad. To meet the demand for landscapes and other views, he sent his photographers across Canada, recording the construction of the Canadian Pacific Railway, the rise of the western cities, the life of the plains and coastal Aboriginal peoples, the lumber trade of the Ottawa Valley, East Coast fishing, rural activities and the bustle of the cities.

Notman also became famous for the composite photographs of the snowshoe and curling clubs produced by his studio. These large creations were made up of 300 or more individual photographs, cut out and pasted onto a painted background, the first cut and pasting perhaps!?

Always community minded, Notman was involved in art associations, church societies, sports clubs and other Montréal organizations. He was also a backer of the Windsor Hotel and copartner in large holdings in Longueuil, where he had a summer home. Of his seven children, all three boys became photographers. William McFarlane Notman, his eldest son, took over the business at his death. The Notman collection, containing over 400,000 photographs, plus office records and family correspondence, forms part of the collections of the Notman Photographic Archives housed in the McCord Museum of McGill University.

When William Notman died suddenly in November 1891 after a short bout of pneumonia, management of the studio Wm Notman & Son was left to his son William McFarlane Notman, an experienced photographer in his own right

In 1957, the Notman Collection was purchased by McGill University. The 200,000 negatives, 43 Index Books, 200 Picture Books and assorted memorabilia were transferred to the McCord Museum of Canadian History.

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 2 years ago

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8th January >> Mass Readings (USA)

The Epiphany of the Lord

(Liturgical Colour: White)

(These readings are for the day of the feast itself)

First Reading Isaiah 60:1–6 The glory of the Lord shines upon you.

Rise up in splendor, Jerusalem! Your light has come, the glory of the Lord shines upon you. See, darkness covers the earth, and thick clouds cover the peoples; but upon you the LORD shines, and over you appears his glory. Nations shall walk by your light, and kings by your shining radiance. Raise your eyes and look about; they all gather and come to you: your sons come from afar, and your daughters in the arms of their nurses.

Then you shall be radiant at what you see, your heart shall throb and overflow, for the riches of the sea shall be emptied out before you, the wealth of nations shall be brought to you. Caravans of camels shall fill you, dromedaries from Midian and Ephah; all from Sheba shall come bearing gold and frankincense, and proclaiming the praises of the LORD.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 72:1–2, 7–8, 10–11, 12–13