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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

Adjacent rose a myrtle-planted mound,
    Whose spiry top a granite fragment crowned.
    Tinctured with many-coloured moss the stone,
    Rich as a cloud of summer-evening shone,
    Amid encircling verdure that arrayed
    The beauteous hillock with a cope of shade.
    “Javan,” said Enoch, “on this spot began
    The fatal curse;--man perished here by man.
    The earliest death a son of Adam died
    Was murder, and that murder fratricide!
    Here _Abel_ fell a corse along the shore;
    Here Cain’s recoiling footsteps reeked with gore.
    Horror upraised his locks, unloosed his knees;
    He heard a voice, he hid among the trees:
    --‘Where is thy brother?’--from the whirlwind came
    The voice of God amidst enfolding flame:
    --‘Am I my brother’s keeper?’--hoarse and low,
    Cain muttered from the copse--‘that I should know?’

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    That mound of myrtles o’er her favourite child
    Eve planted, and the hand of Adam piled
    Yon mossy stone, above his ashes raised,
    His altar once, with _Abel’s_ offering blazed,
    When God well pleased beheld the flames arise,
    And smiled acceptance on the sacrifice.”
                                   _J. Montgomery._




                              ABHORRENCE.


And now am I their song, yea, I am their by-word. They _abhor_ me, they
flee far from me.--Job, xxx. 9, 10.

I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear: but now mine eye seeth
thee. Wherefore I _abhor_ myself, and repent in dust and ashes.--Job,
xlii. 5, 6.

Let love be without dissimulation. _Abhor_ that which is evil; cleave
to that which is good.--Romans, xii. 9.


    Father of lights! from whom proceeds
    Whate’er thy every creature needs;
    Whose goodness providently nigh,
    Feeds the young ravens when they cry;
    To thee I look, my heart prepare;
    Suggest, and hearken to my prayer.

    Fain would I know, as known by thee,
    And feel the indigence I see:
    Fain would I all my vileness own,
    And deep beneath the burden groan;
    _Abhor_ the pride that lurks within,
    Detest and loathe myself and sin.
                                _Wesley._


    ’Tis a point I long to know,
      Oft it causes anxious thought,
    Do I love the Lord, or no?
      Am I his, or am I not?
    Could I joy his saints to meet,
      Choose the ways I once _abhorred_,
    Find at times the promise sweet,
      If I did not love the Lord?
                                _Newton._


    Were half the power that fills the world with terror,
      Were half the wealth bestowed on camps and courts,
    Given to redeem the human mind from error,
      There were no need of arsenals nor forts.
    The warrior’s name would be a name _abhorred_;
      And every nation that should lift again
    Its hand against a brother, on its forehead
      Would wear for evermore the curse of Cain.
                                             _Longfellow._

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