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Motives, that Judas moved, soon spent their force, When followed an intolerable remorse, The dream of avarice was at an end, He had betrayed his living Lord and Friend.— filed under Remorse
I've reared a monument alone More durable than brass or stone; Whose cloudy summit is more hid Than regal height of pyramid.— filed under Ambition
'Twas not the fading charms of face That riveted Love's golden chain; It was the high celestial grace Of goodness, that doth never wane- Whose are the sweets that never pall, Delicious, pure, and crowning all.— filed under Beauty
Unending is this bliss. The pillared firmament and all the spheres May sink, perchance, in the long lapse of years, Swallowed in Night's abyss- But to the dwellers in Eternity A thousand years shall as a moment be.— filed under Bliss
Who has not seen that feeling born of flame Crimson the cheek at mention of a name? The rapturous touch of some divine surprise Flash deep suffusion of celestial dyes: When hands clasped hands, and lips to lips were pressed, And the heart's secret was at once confessed?— filed under Blushes
To legislate each duty, were to count Drops of a stream that issue from one fount. God gives, since all effects are in their cause, For narrow prescripts universal laws.— filed under Cause
So many great nobles, things, administrations, So many high chieftains, so many brave nations, So many proud princes, and power so splendid, In a moment, a twinkling, all utterly ended.— filed under Change
Hail, O bleeding Head and wounded, With a crown of thorns surrounded, Buffeted, and bruised and battered, Smote with reed by striking shattered, Face with spittle vilely smeared! Hail, whose visage sweet and comely, Marred by fouling stains and homely, Changed as to its blooming color, All now turned to deathly pallor, Making heavenly hosts affeared!— filed under Christ
O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!. With dazzling pomp descending angels sung Good will and peace to men, to God due praise, Who on the errand of salvation sent Thee, Son Beloved! of plural Unity Essential part, made flesh that mad'st all worlds.— filed under Christmas
When Conscience wakens who can with her strive? Terrors and troubles from a sick soul drive? Naught so unpitying as the ire of sin, The inappeas'ble Nemesis within.— filed under Conscience
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill. CAMPBELL The Exile of Erin. O beautiful and grand, My own, my Native Land Of thee I boast: Great Empire of the West, The dearest and the best, Made up of all the rest, I love thee most.— filed under Country, Love Of
None of the prophets old, So lofty or so bold! No form of danger shakes his dauntless breast; In loneliness sublime He dares confront the time, And speak the truth, and give the world no rest: No kingly threat can cowardize his breath, He with majestic step goes forth to meet his death.— filed under Courage
Let us not doubt that God has a father's pity towards us, and that in the removal of that which is dearest to us He is still loving and kind. Death separates, but it also unites. It reunites whom it separates.— filed under Death
Pursuing echoes calling 'mong the rocks. C.— filed under Echo
Eternity! How know we but we stand On the precipitous and crumbling verge Of Time e'en now, Eternity below?— filed under Eternity
Contending Passions jostle and displace And tilt and tourney mostly in the Face: * * * * * * Unmatched by Art, upon this wondrous scroll Portrayed are all the secrets of the soul.— filed under Face
Where's Cæsar gone now, in command high and able? Or Xerxes the splendid, complete in his table? Or Tully, with powers of eloquence ample? Or Aristotle, of genius the highest example?— filed under Fame
Fling out, fling out, with cheer and shout, To all the winds Our Country's Banner! Be every bar, and every star, Displayed in full and glorious manner! Blow, zephyrs, blow, keep the dear ensign flying! Blow, zephyrs, sweetly mournful, sighing, sighing, sighing!— filed under Flags
Speech of James Otis. The Rebels. Ch. IV. We hail the return of the day of thy birth, Fair Columbia! washed by the waves of two oceans- Where men from the farthest dominions of earth Rear altars to Freedom, and pay their devotions; Where our fathers in fight, nobly strove for the Right, Struck down their fierce foemen or put them to flight; Through the long lapse of ages, that so there might be An asylum for all in the Land of the Free.— filed under Freedom
The grave, where sets the orb of being, sets To rise, ascend, and culminate above Eternity's horizon evermore.— filed under Gratitude
Within a bony labyrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aërial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound. w..— filed under Hearing
Make room, my heart! that pour'st thyself abroad Deep, central, awful mystery of God! Lord of my bosom! wonder of the breast! "Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest."— filed under Heart
We blame the drunkard and despise him, but why? He cannot help the thirst that dominates over him; but he could have helped that rash tampering with the causes that produced it, for this he is responsible. The folly and the guilt lie in the tampering, all the rest is law.— filed under Intemperance
October's tinted days have fled; Both welcomes and farewells been said; Make glad our threshold with your tread, Sweet Friends, once more! "Salve!" is writ, beneath, o'erhead, An open door.— filed under Months-October
France. Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.— filed under Prejudice
The rain-drops' showery dance and rhythmic beat, With tinkling of innumerable feet.— filed under Rain
I value science-none can prize it more, It gives ten thousand motives to adore: Be it religious, as it ought to be, The heart it humbles, and it bows the knee.— filed under Science
On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close, The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day's ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.— filed under Sleep
O, Truth is easy, and the light shines clear In hearts kept open, honest and sincere.— filed under Truth
The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven. The power, which in a sense belongs to none, Thus understood belongs to every one.— filed under Truth
The winds of winter wailing through the woods; The mighty laughter of the vernal floods.— filed under Wind
Alcohol is not wine but an atrocious usurper of its name and rights. The wine of the cluster is the pure blood of the grape. Death follows life, and corruption death, and there results a deadly something, which men call wine, but wrongly for it is no longer vinous. The vine disowns it. It is a corpse, not a living thing.— filed under Wine And Spirits
Taking our stand on the immovable rock of Christ's character we risk nothing in saying, that the wine of miracle answered to the wine of nature, and was not intoxicating. No counter proof can equal the force of that drawn from His attributes. It is an indecency and a calumny to impute to Christ conduct which requires apology.— filed under Wine And Spirits
P. 209. The modest water saw its God and blushed.— filed under Wine And Spirits