A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.
Religion
A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations: Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.
Quotations; Religious poetry
I sometimes deem their pleasant smiles
Still on me sweetly fall,
Their tones of love I faintly hear
My name in sadness call.
I know that they are happy
With their angel plumage on,
But my heat is very _desolate_,
To think that they are gone.
_Park Benjamin._
But this was like those sudden blasts that
Unlook’d for, wonder on the face of spring;
And worst woe for the heart, whose early fate
Leaves it so young, and, oh, so _desolate_.
_Miss Landon._
DESTRUCTION.
Is not _destruction_ to the wicked? and a strange punishment to the
workers of iniquity?--Job, xxxi. 3.
O thou enemy, _destructions_ are come to a perpetual end; and thou hast
_destroyed_ cities; their memorial is perished with them.--Psalm ix. 6.
Enter ye in at the strait gate: for wide is the gate, and broad is
the way that leadeth to _destruction_, and many there be which go in
thereat.--Matthew, vii. 13.
’Tis safer far to be that which we _destroy_,
Than by _destruction_ swell in doubtful joy.
_Shakspere._
What a scene of misery
Hath thine obdurate frowardness, old man,
Drawn on thy country’s bosom! and, for that,
Thy proud ambition could not mount so high
As to be styled thy country’s only patron;
Thy malice hath descended to the depth
Of hell, to be renowned in the title
Of her _destroyer_.
_Beaumont and Fletcher._
To _destruction_, sacred and devote,
He with his whole posterity must die.
_Milton._
Thus saith the righteous Lord,
My vengeance shall unsheath the flaming sword,
O’er all thy realms my fury shall be poured.
Where yon proud city stood,
I’ll spread the stagnant flood!
And there the bittern in the sedge shall lurk,
Moaning with sullen strain,
While sweeping o’er the plain,
_Destruction_ ends her work.
_Mason._
While like a tide our minutes flow,
The present and the past,
He fills his own immortal now,
And sees our ages waste.
The sea and sky must perish too,
And vast _destruction_ come;
The creatures--look, how old they grow,
And wait their fiery doom!
_Watts._
DEVOTION--DEVOUT.
No _devoted_ thing, that a man shall _devote_ unto the Lord of all that
he hath, both of man and beast, and of the field of his possession,
shall be sold or redeemed: every _devoted_ thing is most holy unto the
Lord.--Leviticus, xxvii. 28.
A _devout_ man, and one that feared God with all his house, which gave
much alms to the people, and prayed to God alway.--Acts, x. 2.
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