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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

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    ’Tis with our minds as with a fertile ground;
    Wanting this _love_, they must with weeds abound;
    Unruly passions, whose effects are worse
    Than thorns and briars, springing from the curse.
                                              _Waller._


    Legions of angels, which He might have used,
    For us resolved to perish, He refused;
    While they stood ready to prevent His loss,
    _Love_ took Him up, and nailed Him to the cross.
    Immortal _love_! which in His bowels reigned,
    That we might be by such high _love_ constrained
    To make return of _love_; upon this pole
    Our duty does, and our religion roll.
    To _love_ is to believe, to hope, to know;
    ’Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below.
    He to proud potentates would not be known;
    Of those who _loved_ Him, He was hid from none.
                                            _Waller._


                            Humble _love_,
    And not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven;
    _Love_ finds admission where proud science fails.
                                              _Young._


    _Love_ celestial! wondrous heat!
    O, beyond expression great!
    What resistless charms were thine,
    In thy good, thy best design!
    When God was hated, sin obeyed,
    And man undone, without thy aid,
    From the seats of endless peace
    They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace;
    They taught Him to receive a birth,
    To clothe in flesh, to live on earth,
    And after, lifted Him on high,
    And taught Him on the cross to die.
                                   _Parnell._


    He prayeth best, who _loveth_ best
    All things, both great and small;
    For the dear God who _loveth_ us,
    He made and _loveth_ all.
                           _Coleridge._


    They sin who tell us _love_ can die!
    With life all other passions fly,
      All others are but vanity;
    In heaven ambition cannot dwell,
    Nor avarice in the vaults of hell;
    Earthly these passions of the earth,
    They perish where they have their birth.
      But _love_ is indestructible,
      Its holy flame for ever burneth,
    From heaven it came, to heaven returneth:
      For oft on earth a troubled guest,
      At times deceived, at times oppress’d;
      It here is tried and purified,
      Then hath in heaven its perfect rest:
      It sowest here with toil and care,
    But the harvest-time of _love_ is there.
                                    _Southey._


      I must _love_ on, O God!
      This bosom must _love_ on! but let thy breath
      Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death
    Bearing it up to Heaven, _Love’s_ own abode.
                                           _Mrs. Hemans._

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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

*       *       *       *       *

    ’Tis with our minds as with a fertile ground;
    Wanting this _love_, they must with weeds abound;
    Unruly passions, whose effects are worse
    Than thorns and briars, springing from the curse.
                                              _Waller._


    Legions of angels, which He might have used,
    For us resolved to perish, He refused;
    While they stood ready to prevent His loss,
    _Love_ took Him up, and nailed Him to the cross.
    Immortal _love_! which in His bowels reigned,
    That we might be by such high _love_ constrained
    To make return of _love_; upon this pole
    Our duty does, and our religion roll.
    To _love_ is to believe, to hope, to know;
    ’Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below.
    He to proud potentates would not be known;
    Of those who _loved_ Him, He was hid from none.
                                            _Waller._


                            Humble _love_,
    And not proud science, keeps the door of Heaven;
    _Love_ finds admission where proud science fails.
                                              _Young._


    _Love_ celestial! wondrous heat!
    O, beyond expression great!
    What resistless charms were thine,
    In thy good, thy best design!
    When God was hated, sin obeyed,
    And man undone, without thy aid,
    From the seats of endless peace
    They brought the Son, the Lord of Grace;
    They taught Him to receive a birth,
    To clothe in flesh, to live on earth,
    And after, lifted Him on high,
    And taught Him on the cross to die.
                                   _Parnell._


    He prayeth best, who _loveth_ best
    All things, both great and small;
    For the dear God who _loveth_ us,
    He made and _loveth_ all.
                           _Coleridge._


    They sin who tell us _love_ can die!
    With life all other passions fly,
      All others are but vanity;
    In heaven ambition cannot dwell,
    Nor avarice in the vaults of hell;
    Earthly these passions of the earth,
    They perish where they have their birth.
      But _love_ is indestructible,
      Its holy flame for ever burneth,
    From heaven it came, to heaven returneth:
      For oft on earth a troubled guest,
      At times deceived, at times oppress’d;
      It here is tried and purified,
      Then hath in heaven its perfect rest:
      It sowest here with toil and care,
    But the harvest-time of _love_ is there.
                                    _Southey._


      I must _love_ on, O God!
      This bosom must _love_ on! but let thy breath
      Touch and make pure the flame that knows not death
    Bearing it up to Heaven, _Love’s_ own abode.
                                           _Mrs. Hemans._

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

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