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
_Knowledge_ holdeth by the hilt, and heweth out a road to
conquest;
Ignorance graspeth the blade, and is wounded by its own good sword.
_Knowledge_ distilleth health from the virulence of opposite
poisons;
Ignorance mixeth wholesomes unto the breeding of disease.
_Knowledge_ is leagued with the universe, and findeth a friend
in all things;
But ignorance is everywhere a stranger, unwelcome, ill at ease, and
out of place.
_M. F. Tupper._
LABOUR.
Come unto me, all ye that _labour_ and are heavy laden, and I will give
you rest.--Matthew, xi. 28.
The _labourer_ is worthy of his hire.--Luke, x. 7.
Let him that stole steal no more: but rather let him _labour_, working
with his hands the thing which is good, that he may have to give to him
that needeth.--Ephesians, iv. 28.
Inventive _Labour_! cunning to deceive
Thyself, and skilful to no end but this,
Still to be doing, never to achieve--
What profitest?--though all, to such excess,
Man cannot utter it, be full of thee--
The eye unsatisfied, the ear no less--
Sore travail, and the vainest vanity
Ordained to exercise the sons of men--
Who getteth wisdom, where thy trials be?
_J. A. Heraud._
_Labour_, with envy and annoyance, where strangers will thee
wealth;
_Labour_, with indolence and gloom, where wealth falleth from
a father;
_Labour_ unto all, whether aching thews, or aching head, or
spirit;
The curse on the sons of men, in all their states, is _labour_.
Nevertheless, to the diligent, _labour_ bringeth blessing;
The thought of duty sweeteneth toil, and travail is a pleasure;
And time spent in doing, hath a comfort that is not for the idle,
The hardship is transmuted into joy by the dear alchemy of mercy.
_Labour_ is good for man, bracing up his energies to conquest,
And without it life is dull, the man perceiving himself useless.
For wearily the body groaneth, like a door on rusty hinges,
And the grasp of the mind is weakened, as the talons of a caged
vulture.
_M. F. Tupper._
LAND.
And the Lord said, I have surely seen the affliction of my people which
are in Egypt.
And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians,
and to bring them up out of that _land_ unto a good _land_, and a
large, unto a _land_ flowing with milk and honey.--Exodus, iii. 7, 8.
He that tilleth his _land_ shall be satisfied with bread.--Proverbs,
xii. 11.
Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the
_land_ that is vary far off.--Isaiah, xxxiii. 17.
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