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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

But there is yet a _liberty_, unsung
    By poets, and by senators unpraised,
    Which monarchs cannot grant, nor all the powers
    Of earth and hell confederate, take away;
    A _liberty_ which persecution, fraud,
    Oppression, prisons, have no power to bind;
    Which whoso tastes can be enslaved no more.
    ’Tis _liberty_ of heart, derived from Heaven,
    Bought with His blood, who gave it to mankind,
    And sealed with the same token.
                                           _Cowper._


    True _Liberty_ was Christian; sanctified,
    Baptized and found in Christian hearts alone.
    First-born of Virtue, daughter of the skies,
    Nursling of truth divine; sister of all
    The graces, meekness, holiness, and love.
    Giving to God, and man, and all below
    That symptom showed of sensible existence,
    Their due, unasked.
                                         _Pollok._




                                 LIFE.


A man’s _life_ consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he
possesseth.--Luke, xii. 15.

This is _life_ eternal, that they might know thee the only true God,
and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.--John, xvii. 3.

In hope of eternal _life_, which God, that cannot lie, promised before
the world began.--Titus, i. 2.

For what is your _life_? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a
little time, and then vanisheth away.--James, iv. 14.

Hereby perceive we the love of God; because he laid down his _life_ for
us: and we ought to lay down our _lives_ for the brethren.--I. John,
iii. 16.


    So, in the passing of a day, doth pass
      The bud and blossom of the _life_ of man,
    Nor e’er doth flourish more, but like the grass
      Cut down, becometh withered, pale, and wan.
                                            _Tasso._


    I _live_ on earth upon a stage of sorrow;
    Lord, if Thou pleasest, end the play to-morrow.
    I _live_ on earth, as in a dream of pleasure;
    Awake me when Thou wilt, I wait Thy leisure.
    I _live_ on earth, but as of _life_ bereaven;
    My _life_’s with Thee, for, Lord, Thou art in Heaven.
                                                _Quarles._


    Thy _life_’s a warfare, thou a soldier art,
    Satan’s thy foeman, and a faithful heart
    Thy two-edged weapon, patience thy shield,
    Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field.
    To be afraid to die, or wish for death,
    Are words and passions of despairing breath:
    Who doth the first, the day doth faintly yield;
    And who the second, basely flies the field.
                                            _Quarles._


    While man is growing, _life_ is in decrease;
    And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
    Our birth is nothing but our death begun;
    As tapers waste that instant they take fire.

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    He sins against this _life_, who slights the next.
                                               _Young._

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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

But there is yet a _liberty_, unsung
    By poets, and by senators unpraised,
    Which monarchs cannot grant, nor all the powers
    Of earth and hell confederate, take away;
    A _liberty_ which persecution, fraud,
    Oppression, prisons, have no power to bind;
    Which whoso tastes can be enslaved no more.
    ’Tis _liberty_ of heart, derived from Heaven,
    Bought with His blood, who gave it to mankind,
    And sealed with the same token.
                                           _Cowper._


    True _Liberty_ was Christian; sanctified,
    Baptized and found in Christian hearts alone.
    First-born of Virtue, daughter of the skies,
    Nursling of truth divine; sister of all
    The graces, meekness, holiness, and love.
    Giving to God, and man, and all below
    That symptom showed of sensible existence,
    Their due, unasked.
                                         _Pollok._




                                 LIFE.


A man’s _life_ consisteth not in the abundance of the things which he
possesseth.--Luke, xii. 15.

This is _life_ eternal, that they might know thee the only true God,
and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.--John, xvii. 3.

In hope of eternal _life_, which God, that cannot lie, promised before
the world began.--Titus, i. 2.

For what is your _life_? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a
little time, and then vanisheth away.--James, iv. 14.

Hereby perceive we the love of God; because he laid down his _life_ for
us: and we ought to lay down our _lives_ for the brethren.--I. John,
iii. 16.


    So, in the passing of a day, doth pass
      The bud and blossom of the _life_ of man,
    Nor e’er doth flourish more, but like the grass
      Cut down, becometh withered, pale, and wan.
                                            _Tasso._


    I _live_ on earth upon a stage of sorrow;
    Lord, if Thou pleasest, end the play to-morrow.
    I _live_ on earth, as in a dream of pleasure;
    Awake me when Thou wilt, I wait Thy leisure.
    I _live_ on earth, but as of _life_ bereaven;
    My _life_’s with Thee, for, Lord, Thou art in Heaven.
                                                _Quarles._


    Thy _life_’s a warfare, thou a soldier art,
    Satan’s thy foeman, and a faithful heart
    Thy two-edged weapon, patience thy shield,
    Heaven is thy chieftain, and the world thy field.
    To be afraid to die, or wish for death,
    Are words and passions of despairing breath:
    Who doth the first, the day doth faintly yield;
    And who the second, basely flies the field.
                                            _Quarles._


    While man is growing, _life_ is in decrease;
    And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
    Our birth is nothing but our death begun;
    As tapers waste that instant they take fire.

           *       *       *       *       *

    He sins against this _life_, who slights the next.
                                               _Young._

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

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