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
Meanwhile as we idly rave,
Thousands hasten to the grave;
No _kind_ voice their footsteps guides
To the home where truth abides;
Tones of truth within them stirred,
Meet with no _kind_ answering word.
_J. Gostick._
Be _kind_ to each other!
The night’s coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone.
Then, ’midst our dejection,
How sweet to have earn’d
The blest recollection
Of _kindness_ return’d!
When day hath departed,
And Memory keeps
The watch, broken-hearted,
Where all the loved sleeps,
Let falsehood assail not,
Nor envy disprove;
Let trifles prevail not
Against those ye love.
Nor change with to-morrow
Should fortune take wing,
But the deeper the sorrow
The closer still cling.
Oh, be _kind_ to each other,
For night’s coming on,
When friend and when brother
Perchance may be gone.
_Anon._
KING.
The Lord is _King_ for ever and ever.--Psalm x. 16.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting
doors; and the _King_ of glory shall come in.
Who is this _King_ of glory? The Lord of hosts, he is the _King_ of
glory.--Psalm xxiv. 9, 10.
The _King_ that faithfully judgeth the poor, his throne shall be
established for ever.--Proverbs, xxix. 14.
Fear God. Honour the _King_.--I. Peter, ii. 17.
The _king_-becoming graces
Are justice, verity, temperance, stableness,
Bounty, perseverance, mercy, lowliness,
Devotion, patience, courage, fortitude.
_Shakspere._
O take heed, sir,
Saints stand upon heaven’s silver battlements,
When _kings_ make vows, and lay their listening ears
To princes’ protestations.
_R. Davenport._
The silver trumpet’s heavenly call
Sounds for the poor, but sounds alike for all;
_Kings_ are invited, and, would _kings_ obey,
No slaves on earth more welcome were than they;
But royalty, nobility, and state,
Are such a dead preponderating weight,
That endless bliss, how strange soe’er it seem,
In counterpoise flies up, and kicks the beam.
_Cowper._
There’s not a leaf within the bower;
There’s not a bird upon the tree;
There’s not a dew-drop on the flower;
But leaves the impress Lord of Thee.
Thy hand the varied leaf designed,
And gave the bird its thrilling tone;
Thy power the dew-drop’s tints combined,
Till like the diamond’s blaze they shone.
Yes, dew-drops, leaves, and buds, and all,
The smallest, like the greatest things;
The sea’s vast space, the earth’s wide hall,
Alike proclaim Thee _King_ of _Kings_.
_Mrs. Opie._
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