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
Silently, swift as the lightning’s blast,
A hand of fire across his temples passed;
He ran, as in the terror of a dream,
To quench his burning anguish in the stream;
But, bending o’er the brink, the swelling wave
Back to his eye the branded visage gave;
As soon on _murdered_ Abel durst he look:
Yet power to fly his palsied limbs forsook;
There turned to stone, for his presumptuous crime,
A monument of wrath to latest time,
Might Cain have stood; but mercy raised his head
In prayer for help,--his strength returned, he fled.
_James Montgomery._
The _murderer_ has no past
But one eternal present.
_T. N. Talfourd._
He told how _murderers_ walked the earth
Beneath the curse of Cain;
With crimson clouds before their eyes,
And flames about their brain:
For blood has left upon their souls
Its everlasting stain!
_Thomas Hood._
Lo, on the everlasting stone engraved,
“No _murder_ shalt thou do.” From God to man
The solemn law came down: by specious gloss
Of subtle learning, seek not to evade
The great command.
_Samuel Hayes._
MUSIC.
Sing unto Him a new song; play skilfully with a loud noise.--Psalm
xxxiii. 3.
Praise Him with the sound of the trumpet: praise Him with the psaltery
and harp.--Psalm cl. 3.
Cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery, dulcimer, and all kinds of
_music_.--Daniel, iii. 5.
That chant to the sound of the viol, and invent to themselves
instruments of _music_ like David.--Amos, vi. 5.
How sour sweet _music_ is
When time is broke, and no proportion kept!
So is it in the _music_ of men’s lives.
_Shakspere._
There let the pealing organ blow,
To the full-voiced choir below,
In service high, and anthems clear,
As may with sweetness through mine ear
Dissolve me into ecstacies,
And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.
_Milton._
The church triumphant, and the church below,
In songs of praise their present union show;
Their joys are full; our expectation long,
In life we differ, but we join the song.
Angels and we, assisted by this art,
May sing together, though we dwell apart.
_Waller._
Hark! the organs blow
Their swelling notes ’round the cathedral’s dome,
And grace the harmonious choir, celestial feast
To pious ears, and med’cine of the mind!
The thrilling trebles, and the manly base,
Join in accordance meet, and with one voice
All to the sacred subject suit their song;
While in each breast sweet melancholy reigns,
Angelically pensive, till the joy
Improves and purifies.
_Smart._
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