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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

When our souls shall leave this dwelling,
    The _glory_ of one fair and virtuous action
    Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb,
    Or silken banners over us.
                                          _Shirley._


    This is true _glory_ and renown, when God,
    Looking on the earth, with approbation marks
    The just man, and divulges him through heaven
    To all his angels, who with true applause
    Recount his praises: thus He did to Job,
    Who famous was in heaven, on earth less known;
    Where _glory_ is false _glory_ attributed
    To things not _glorious_, men not worthy of fame.
    They err who count it _glorious_ to subdue
    By conquest far and wide, to over-run
    Large countries, and in field great battles win,
    Great cities by assault; what do these worthies,
    But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave
    Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote,
    Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
    Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
    Nothing but ruin wheresoe’er they rove,
    And all the flourishing arts of peace destroy.
    But if there be in _glory_ aught of good,
    It may by means far different be attain’d,
    Without ambition, war, or violence;
    By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
    By patience, temperance.
                                             _Milton._


    Much of the soul they talk, but all awry,
    And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves
    All _glory_ arrogate, to God give none.
                                            _Milton._


    Thus the fond moth around the taper plays,
    And sports and flutters in the treacherous blaze;
    Ravished with joy he wings his eager flight,
    Nor deems of ruin in so clear a light:
    He tempts his fate, and courts a _glorious_ doom,
    A bright destruction, and a shining tomb.
                                            _Tickell._


    The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
      And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
    Await alike the inevitable hour;
      The path of _glory_ leads but to the grave.
                                               _Gray._


    O, that mine eye might closed be,
    To what concerns me not to see;
    That deafness might possess mine ear,
    To what concerns me not to hear;
    That Truth my tongue might always tie
    From ever speaking foolishly;
    That no vain thought might ever rest,
    Or be conceived, in my breast;
    That by each word, and deed, and thought,
    _Glory_ may to my God be brought!
                             _Thomas Ellwood._

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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

When our souls shall leave this dwelling,
    The _glory_ of one fair and virtuous action
    Is above all the scutcheons on our tomb,
    Or silken banners over us.
                                          _Shirley._


    This is true _glory_ and renown, when God,
    Looking on the earth, with approbation marks
    The just man, and divulges him through heaven
    To all his angels, who with true applause
    Recount his praises: thus He did to Job,
    Who famous was in heaven, on earth less known;
    Where _glory_ is false _glory_ attributed
    To things not _glorious_, men not worthy of fame.
    They err who count it _glorious_ to subdue
    By conquest far and wide, to over-run
    Large countries, and in field great battles win,
    Great cities by assault; what do these worthies,
    But rob and spoil, burn, slaughter, and enslave
    Peaceable nations, neighbouring or remote,
    Made captive, yet deserving freedom more
    Than those their conquerors, who leave behind
    Nothing but ruin wheresoe’er they rove,
    And all the flourishing arts of peace destroy.
    But if there be in _glory_ aught of good,
    It may by means far different be attain’d,
    Without ambition, war, or violence;
    By deeds of peace, by wisdom eminent,
    By patience, temperance.
                                             _Milton._


    Much of the soul they talk, but all awry,
    And in themselves seek virtue, and to themselves
    All _glory_ arrogate, to God give none.
                                            _Milton._


    Thus the fond moth around the taper plays,
    And sports and flutters in the treacherous blaze;
    Ravished with joy he wings his eager flight,
    Nor deems of ruin in so clear a light:
    He tempts his fate, and courts a _glorious_ doom,
    A bright destruction, and a shining tomb.
                                            _Tickell._


    The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
      And all that beauty, all that wealth e’er gave,
    Await alike the inevitable hour;
      The path of _glory_ leads but to the grave.
                                               _Gray._


    O, that mine eye might closed be,
    To what concerns me not to see;
    That deafness might possess mine ear,
    To what concerns me not to hear;
    That Truth my tongue might always tie
    From ever speaking foolishly;
    That no vain thought might ever rest,
    Or be conceived, in my breast;
    That by each word, and deed, and thought,
    _Glory_ may to my God be brought!
                             _Thomas Ellwood._

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

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