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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

What is true _knowledge_? is it with keen eye
      Of lucre’s sons to thread the mazy way?
      Is it of civil rights, and royal sway,
    And wealth political, the depth to try?
    Is it to delve the earth, to soar the sky?
      To marshal nations, tribes in just array;
      To mix, and analyze, and mete, and weigh
    Her elements, and all her powers descry?
    These things, who will may _know_ them, if to _know_
      Breed not vain glory; but, o’er all, to scan
    God in His works, and word shown forth below,
      Creation’s wonders; and Redemption’s plan
    Whence came we; what to do, and whither go;
      This is true _knowledge_, and the whole of man.
                                          _Bishop Mant._


    Let him stand who will on the giddy height
      Of the palace-top in his pride of place!
    In a humbler home may my heart delight,
      Where my couch is low, and my pillow,--peace.

    Be it _known_ to few how my life flows on,
      As I silent sail on its noiseless tide!
    When its days and years are expired and gone,
      Let my record be that,--I lived and died!

    For sadly he meets the stroke of death,
      (At the ends of earth though his name be _known_,)
    Who laments, when yielding his final breath,
      That he’s _known_ to all but himself alone.
                                      _Mordaunt Barnard._


    View all around the works of Power Divine,
    Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign;
    This is the whole of human kind below;
    ’Tis only given beyond the grave to _know_.
                                  _W. Hamilton._


    Who loves not _knowledge_? who shall rail
      Against her beauty? May she mix
      With men and prosper! Who shall fix
    Her pillars? Let her work prevail.

    But on her forehead sits a fire;
      She sets her forward countenance,
      And leaps into the future chance,
    Submitting all things to desire.

    Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain,
      She cannot fight the fear of death.
      What is she, cut from love and faith,
    But some wild Pallas from the brain

    Of Demons? fiery hot to burst
      All barriers in her onward race
      For power. Let her know her place,
    She is the second, not the first.

    A higher hand must make her mild,
      If all be not in vain; and guide
      Her footsteps moving side by side
    With wisdom, like the younger child.

    For she is earthly of the mind,
      But wisdom heavenly of the soul.
      O friend, who earnest to thy goal
    So early, leaving me behind,

    I would the great world grew like thee,
      Who grewest not alone in power
      And _knowledge_, but from hour to hour
    In reverence and in charity.
                                  _Tennyson._

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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

What is true _knowledge_? is it with keen eye
      Of lucre’s sons to thread the mazy way?
      Is it of civil rights, and royal sway,
    And wealth political, the depth to try?
    Is it to delve the earth, to soar the sky?
      To marshal nations, tribes in just array;
      To mix, and analyze, and mete, and weigh
    Her elements, and all her powers descry?
    These things, who will may _know_ them, if to _know_
      Breed not vain glory; but, o’er all, to scan
    God in His works, and word shown forth below,
      Creation’s wonders; and Redemption’s plan
    Whence came we; what to do, and whither go;
      This is true _knowledge_, and the whole of man.
                                          _Bishop Mant._


    Let him stand who will on the giddy height
      Of the palace-top in his pride of place!
    In a humbler home may my heart delight,
      Where my couch is low, and my pillow,--peace.

    Be it _known_ to few how my life flows on,
      As I silent sail on its noiseless tide!
    When its days and years are expired and gone,
      Let my record be that,--I lived and died!

    For sadly he meets the stroke of death,
      (At the ends of earth though his name be _known_,)
    Who laments, when yielding his final breath,
      That he’s _known_ to all but himself alone.
                                      _Mordaunt Barnard._


    View all around the works of Power Divine,
    Inquire, explore, admire, extol, resign;
    This is the whole of human kind below;
    ’Tis only given beyond the grave to _know_.
                                  _W. Hamilton._


    Who loves not _knowledge_? who shall rail
      Against her beauty? May she mix
      With men and prosper! Who shall fix
    Her pillars? Let her work prevail.

    But on her forehead sits a fire;
      She sets her forward countenance,
      And leaps into the future chance,
    Submitting all things to desire.

    Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain,
      She cannot fight the fear of death.
      What is she, cut from love and faith,
    But some wild Pallas from the brain

    Of Demons? fiery hot to burst
      All barriers in her onward race
      For power. Let her know her place,
    She is the second, not the first.

    A higher hand must make her mild,
      If all be not in vain; and guide
      Her footsteps moving side by side
    With wisdom, like the younger child.

    For she is earthly of the mind,
      But wisdom heavenly of the soul.
      O friend, who earnest to thy goal
    So early, leaving me behind,

    I would the great world grew like thee,
      Who grewest not alone in power
      And _knowledge_, but from hour to hour
    In reverence and in charity.
                                  _Tennyson._

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

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