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04In print by 1888 AD
They are God’s minist’ring spirits, and are sent, His messengers of mercy, to fulfil Good for salvation’s heirs. For us they still Grieve when we sin, rejoice when we repent: And on the last dread day they shall present The severed righteous at His holy hill, With them God’s face to see, to do His will, And bear with them His likeness. Was it meant, That we this knowledge should in secret seal, Unthought of, unimproving? Rather say, God deigned to man His angel hosts reveal, That man might learn, like angels, to obey; And those who long their bliss in Heaven to feel, Might strive on earth to serve him ev’n as they.
Bp. Mant (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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06In print by 1888 AD
Thy glass will shew thee how thy beauties wear, Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste, Thy vacant leaves thy mind’s imprint will bear, And of this book this learning may’st thou taste: The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show, Of mouthed graves will give thee memory; Thou by the dial’s shady stealth may’st know Time’s thievish progress to eternity; Look, what thy memory cannot contain, Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shall find Those children nursed delivered from thy brain To take a new acquaintance of thy mind. These offices so oft as thou wilt look, Will profit thee, and much enrich thy book.
Shakspere (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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07In print by 1888 AD
I love the sacred book of God, No other can its place supply; It points me to the saints’ abode, It gives me wings, and bids me fly. Blest book! in thee my eyes discern The image of my absent Lord; From thine instructive page I learn The joys his presence will afford. Then shall I need thy light no more, For nothing shall be there concealed; When I have reached the heavenly shore The Lord himself will stand revealed. When, ’midst the throng celestial placed, The bright original I see, From which thy sacred page was traced, Blest book! I’ve no more need of thee. But while I’m here thou shalt supply His place, and tell me of His love; I’ll read with faith’s discerning eye, And thus partake of joys above.
Kelly (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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08c. 1603 AD
Welcome pure thoughts, welcome ye silent groves, These guests, these courts, my soul most dearly loves: Now the wing’d people of the sky shall sing My cheerful anthems to the gladsome spring: A prayer book now shall be my looking-glass, In which I will adore sweet virtue’s face. Here dwell no hateful looks, no palace-cares, No broken vows dwell here, no pale-faced fears: Then here I’ll sit, and sigh my hot love’s folly, And learn ’t affect an holy melancholy; And if Contentment be a stranger then, I’ll ne’er look for it but in Heaven again.
Sir Henry Wotton / quote
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09In print by 1888 AD
How much do they mistake, how little know Of kings, and kingdoms, and the pains which flow From royalty, who fancy that a crown, Because it glistens, must be lin’d with down. With outside show, and vain appearance caught, They look no further, and by folly taught, Prize high the toys of thrones, but never find One of the many cares which lurk behind. The gem they worship, which a crown adorns, Nor once suspects that crown is lin’d with thorns. O might reflection folly’s place supply, Would we one moment use her piercing eye, Then should we know what woe from grandeur springs, And learn to pity, not to envy kings.
Churchill (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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12c. 1618 AD
Unconstant Earth! why do not mortals cease To build their hopes upon so short a lease? Uncertain lease, whose term but once begun, Tells never when it ends till it be done: We dote upon thy smiles, not knowing why, And whiles we but prepare to live, we die: We spring like flowers for a day’s delight, At noon we flourish, and we fade at night: We toil for kingdoms, conquer crowns, and then We that were Gods, but now, now less than men. If wisdom, learning, knowledge, cannot dwell Secure from change, vain bubble earth, farewell.
Francis Quarles / quote
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18In print by 1888 AD
There is a power Unseen, that rules the illimitable world, That guides its motions from the brightest star To the least dust of this sin-tainted mould. While man, who madly deems himself the Lord Of all, is nought but weakness and dependence. This sacred truth, by sure experience taught, They must have learn’d when wand’ring all alone, Each bird, each insect, flitting through the sky, Was more sufficient for itself than thou.
Thomson (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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20In print by 1888 AD
From saint to saint the world around Celestial odours are diffused; Sweet thoughts are born on hallow’d ground, Where holy men have mused. And none can tell how many springs Flow to sustain one soul serene; But every hour some tribute brings From sources quiet and unseen. The loneliest pilgrim in the ways Is never in his prayers alone; But every one for thousands prays, And thousands pray for every one. We dwell with shadows round us here, And nought is bright but heaven above: When all our secret friends appear, How many shall we know and love! Yet, as we learn the mystery, Around One holy fount we fall, And, in the light eternal, see That God is all in all.
J. Gostick (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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21In print by 1888 AD
When sickness to my fainting soul Her fearful form display’d, I to my secret chamber stole, And humbly thus I pray’d. If softened by the impending stroke, My heart, O Lord, will yield, In mercy Thy decree revoke, And let my wound be heal’d. But if from memory’s tablet soon Ingratitude would tear The bounteous giver, and the boon, Oh, hear not Thou my prayer. Rather than bear that blackest stain Within my breast, I’d brave The keenest throes of restless pain— The terrors of the grave. If health’s unmerited return Should bless my future days, Oh, may I from Thy Spirit learn A daily song of praise. But should I shortly hence depart, Or, lingering suffer still, May that blest Spirit, Lord, impart Submission to Thy will.
Bishop Heber (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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22In print by 1888 AD
Hast thou ever asked thyself What it is to be a slave? Bought and sold for sordid pelf, From the cradle to the grave. ’Tis to know thy transient powers E’en of muscle, flesh, and bone, Cannot, in thy happiest hours, Be considered as thine own. But thy master’s goods and chattels, Lent to thee for little more Than to fight his selfish battles For some bits of shining ore. ’Tis to learn thou hast a heart Beating in that bartered frame Of whose ownership—no part Thou canst challenge but in name; For the curse of slavery crushes Out the life-blood from its core, And expends its throbbing gushes But to swell another’s store. God’s best gift from heaven above, Meant to make a heaven on earth, Hallowing, humanizing love! With the ties which thence have birth, These can never be his lot, Who, like brutes, is bought and sold, Holding such—as having not On his own the spider’s hold. ’Tis to feel e’en worse than this, If aught worse than this can be, Thou hast shrined, for bale or bliss, An immortal soul in thee! But that this undying guest Shares thy body’s degradation, Until slavery’s bonds unblest, Check each kindling aspiration. And what should have been thy light, Shining e’en beyond the grave, Turns to darkness worse than night, Leaving thee a hopeless slave! Such is Slavery! Couldst thou bear Its vile bondage? Oh! my brother, How, then, canst thou, wilt thou dare To inflict it on another?
Bernard Barton (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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24In print by 1888 AD
O, turn, and be thou turned! The selfish tear, In bitter thoughts of low-born care begun, Let it flow on, but flow refined and clear, The turbid waters brightening as they run. Let it flow on, till all thine earthly heart In penitential drops have ebbed away; Then fearless, turn where Heaven hath set thy part, Nor shudder at the eye that saw thee stray. O, lost and found! All gentle souls below Their dearest welcome shall prepare, and prove Such joy o’er thee as raptured seraphs know, Who learn their lesson at the Throne of Love.
Keble (identity unresolved) · Unknown culture / quote
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