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.
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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.
Quotations; Religious poetry
Yet let not this too much, my son,
Disturb thy youthful breast;
This partial view of human kind
Is surely not the best!
The poor, oppressed, honest man,
Had never, sure, been born,
Had there not been some recompense
To comfort those that _mourn_.
_Burns._
God of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at Thy feet I fall;
When the great waterfloods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail!
Did ever _mourner_ plead with Thee,
And Thou refuse that _mourner’s_ plea?
Does not Thy word still fix’d remain,
That none shall seek Thy face in vain?
_Cowper._
We _mourn_ for those who toil,
The slave who ploughs the main,
Or him who hopeless tills the soil
Beneath the stripe and chain;
For those who in the world’s hard race,
O’erwearied and unblest,
A host of restless phantoms chase,--
Why _mourn_ for those who rest?
We _mourn_ for those who sin,
Bound in the tempter’s snare,
Whom syren pleasure beckons in
To prisons of despair,
Whose hearts, by whirlwind passions torn,
Are wrecked on folly’s shore,--
But why in sorrow should we _mourn_
For those who sin no more?
We _mourn_ for those who weep,
Whom stern afflictions bend
With anguish o’er the lowly sleep
Of lover or of friend;--
But they to whom the sway
Of pain and grief is o’er,
Whose tears our God hath wiped away
Oh! _mourn_ for them no more!
_Mrs. Sigourney._
When _mourning_ o’er some stone I bend,
Which covers all that was a friend;
And from his voice, his hand, his smile,
Divides me for a little while;
Thou, Saviour, mark’st the tears I shed,
For Thou didst weep o’er Lazarus dead.
_R. Grant._
MURDER.
Jesus said, Thou shalt do no _murder_.--Matthew, xix. 18.
Whosoever hateth his brother, is a _murderer_; and ye know that no
_murderer_ hath eternal life abiding in him.--I. John, iii. 15.
The great King of kings
Hath in the table of His law commanded
That thou shalt do no _murder_; wilt thou then
Spurn at His edict, and fulfil a man’s?
_Shakspere._
Other sins only speak; _murder_ shrieks out.
The element of water moistens the earth,
But blood mounts upwards.
_John Webster._
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