Worship: Quotations from Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations
Even the linked fantasies, in whose blossomy twist I swung the earth a trinket at my wrist.— FRANCIS THOMPSON — The Hound of Heaven. L. 126.
The world is a comedy to those who think, a tragedy to those who feel.— HORACE WALPOLE — Letter to Sir Horace
Mann. 1770. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by.— ELLA WHEELER WILCOX — Solitude.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, Weep and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. ELLA WHEELER WILCOx-Solitude. I have my beauty, -you your Art- Nay, do not start: One world was not enough for two Like me and you. S.— OSCAR WILDE — Her Voice.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending we lay waste our powers; Little we see in Nature that is ours.— WORDSWORTH — Miscellaneous Sonnets. Pt. I. XXXIII.
When the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world Have hung upon the beatings of my heart.— WORDSWORTH — Lines composed a few
miles above Tintern Abbey. ? Let not the cooings of the world allure thee; Which of her lovers ever found her true— YOUNG — Night Thoughts. Night VIII. L. 1,279.
Ah, why Should we, in the world's riper years, neglect God's ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised?— BRYANT — A Forest Hymn. L. 16.
He wales a portion with judicious care; And "Let us worship God!" he says, with solemn air.— BURNS — The Cotter's Saturday Night. St. 12.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place.— BURTON — Anatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memb. I.
Subsec. V. The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.— BYRON — Manfred. Act III. Sc. 4.
Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must so see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes thereon.— CARLYLE — Essays. Goethe's Works.
Praise him each savage furious beast That on his stores do daily feast; And you tame slaves, of the laborious plough, Your weary knees to your Creator bow. C.— WENTWORTH DILLON — A Paraphrase on Psalm CXLVIII. L. 53.
And what greater calamity can fall upon a nation than the loss of worship.— EMERSON — An Address. July 15, 1838.
I don't like your way of conditioning and contracting with the saints. Do this and I'll do that! Here's one for t'other. Save me and I'll give you a taper or go on a pilgrimage.— ERASMUS — The Shipwreck.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained, what there they found- Freedom to worship God.— MRS. HEMANS — The Landing of the
Pilgrim Fathers. Resort to sermons, but to prayers most: Praying's the end of preaching.— HERBERT — The Temple. The Church Porch. St. 69.
All labourers draw hame at even, And can to others say, "Thanks to the gracious God of heaven, Whilk sent this summer day."— ALEXANDER HUME — Evening. St. 2.
Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.— MILTON — On the Late Massacre in
Piedmont. How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator?— MILTON — Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 680.
Every one's true worship was that which he found in use in the place where he chanced to be. MONTAIGNE (Quoting Apollo)- Apology for Raimond Sebond.