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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. — John Shaqi

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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

And now His conquering chariot wheels
      _Ascend_ the lofty skies;
    While broke beneath His powerful cross,
      Death’s iron sceptre lies.
                            _Mrs. Barbauld._




                               ATHEISM.


The wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not seek after
God: God is not in all his thoughts.--Psalm x. 4.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God.--Psalm xiv. 1.

And they say, How doth God know; and is there knowledge in the Most
High?--Psalm lxxiii. 11.

Is not God in the height of Heaven? and behold the height of the stars,
how high they are!

And thou sayest, How doth God know? can he judge through the dark
cloud?--Job, xxii. 12, 13.

For this they willingly are ignorant of, that by the word of God the
heavens were of old, and the earth standing out of the water, and in
the water.--II. Peter, iii. 5.

Having no hope, and without God in the world.--Ephesians, ii. 12.


    “There is no God,” the fool in secret said:
    “There is no God that rules or earth or sky.”
    Tear off the band that binds the wretch’s head,
    That God may burst upon his faithless eye!
    Is there no God?--The stars in myriads spread,
    If he look up, the blasphemy deny;
    While his own features, in the mirror read,
    Reflect the image of Divinity.
    Is there no God?--The stream that silver flows,
    The air he breathes, the ground he treads, the trees,
    The flowers, the grass, the sands, each wind that blows,
    All speak of God; throughout, one voice agrees,
    And, eloquent, His dread existence shows:
    Blind to thyself, ah, see him, fool, in these!
                                            _Giovanni Cotta._


    Hardening by degrees, till double steel’d,
    Take leave of Nature’s God, and God reveal’d--
    Then laugh at all you trembled at before;
    And joining the freethinker’s brutal war.
    Swallow the two grand nostrums they dispense--
    That Scripture lies, and blasphemy is sense;
    If clemency, revolted by abuse
    Be damnable, then damn’d without excuse.
                                          _Cowper._


                          These are they
    That strove to pull Jehovah from His throne,
    And in the place of Heaven’s Eternal King,
    Set up the phantom Chance.
                                         _Glynn._


                          The owlet _Atheism_,
    Sailing on obscene wings across the noon,
    Drops his blue-fringed lids, and shuts them close,
    And, hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven,
    Cries out, “Where is it?”
                                           _Coleridge._

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