— Alfred Noyes English poet 1880 - 1958
A Belgian Christmas Eve (1915), Context: p>Grant us the single heart once more That mocks no sacred thing, The Sword of Truth our fathers wore When Thou wast Lord and King. Let darkness unto darkness tell Our deep unspoken prayer; For, while our souls in darkness dwell, We know that Thou art there.</p Dedication, later published as "A Prayer in Time of War"
— Alfred Noyes English poet 1880 - 1958
„We would walk with Thee when Thou smitest us, and we would walk with Thee when Thou smilest upon us; for, smiling or smiting, it is in love. We take chastisement because we are sons, and Thou art Father. O grant that we may never feel Thy hand as Judge! Restrain us with Thy love. Wean us from our sin, and from the love of it, and bring us back to Thine own self.“
— Henry Ward Beecher American clergyman and activist 1813 - 1887
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 240
„But here shewed our courteous Lord the moaning and the mourning of the soul, signifying thus: I know well thou wilt live for my love, joyously and gladly suffering all the penance that may come to thee; but in as much as thou livest not without sin thou wouldest suffer, for my love, all the woe, all the tribulation and distress that might come to thee. And it is sooth.“
— Julian of Norwich English theologian and anchoress 1342 - 1416
The Sixteenth Revelation, Chapter 82, Context: But here shewed our courteous Lord the moaning and the mourning of the soul, signifying thus: I know well thou wilt live for my love, joyously and gladly suffering all the penance that may come to thee; but in as much as thou livest not without sin thou wouldest suffer, for my love, all the woe, all the tribulation and distress that might come to thee. And it is sooth. But be not greatly aggrieved with sin that falleth to thee against thy will. And here I understood that that the Lord beholdeth the servant with pity and not with blame. For this passing life asketh not to live all without blame and sin.
„Compassionate Saviour! We welcome Thee to our world, We welcome Thee to our hearts. We bless Thee for the Divine goodness Thou hast brought from heaven; for the souls Thou hast warmed with love to man, and lifted up in love to God; for the efforts of divine philanthropy which Thou hast inspired; and for that hope of a pure celestial life, through which Thy disciples triumph over death.“
— William Ellery Channing United States Unitarian clergyman 1780 - 1842
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), p. 85
„Art thou poor, yet hast thou golden slumbers?
O sweet content!
Art thou rich, yet is thy mind perplex'd?
— Thomas Dekker English dramatist and pamphleteer 1572 - 1632
Poem Sweet Content http://www.bartleby.com/101/204.html
„I dread the pictures of my dreams,
For, then I gaze on thee;
And thou art near, and thou art all
That I would have thee be.
And then I startle from my sleep,
And know all false, and watch and weep.“
— Letitia Elizabeth Landon English poet and novelist 1802 - 1838
The London Literary Gazette, 1824, (10th April 1824) Love in Absence
„Loveliest of women! heaven is in thy soul,
Beauty and virtue shine forever round thee,
Bright'ning each other! thou art all divine!“
— Joseph Addison, kniha Cato
Cato, A Tragedy (1713), Act III, scene ii.
„Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the Summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not thy victory vain,
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.“
— William Morris author, designer, and craftsman 1834 - 1896
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70), "March".
Thou hast forsaken him
Whose love for thee has never ceased,
And no more will he behold thee on this earth!
How early didst thou deem life of little worth!
I found thee
— Alas, to lose thee all too soon!
How strong, how cruel the waves!
Thou canst not ever know
My longing and my grief!
Did cold death still thy voice
Or didst thou of thyself
Draw the sable veil before thy lovely face?
O sea, O sky, O fate obscure!
To live without thee, Dinamene, avails me not.“
— Luís de Camões Portuguese poet 1524 - 1580
Lyric poetry, Não pode tirar-me as esperanças, Ah! minha Dinamene! Assim deixaste, <p>Ah! minha Dinamene! Assim deixaste Quem não deixara nunca de querer-te! Ah! Ninfa minha, já não posso ver-te, Tão asinha esta vida desprezaste!</p><p>Como já pera sempre te apartaste De quem tão longe estava de perder-te? Puderam estas ondas defender-te Que não visses quem tanto magoaste?</p><p>Nem falar-te somente a dura Morte Me deixou, que tão cedo o negro manto Em teus olhos deitado consentiste!</p><p>Oh mar! oh céu! oh minha escura sorte! Que pena sentirei que valha tanto, Que inda tenha por pouco viver triste?</p>
— Thomas Moore, Come
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919), Come, rest in this Bosom.
„Between the mysteries of death and life
Thou standest, loving, guiding,— not explaining;
We ask, and Thou art silent,— yet we gaze,
And our charmed hearts forget their drear complaining;
No crushing fate, no stony destiny!
Thou Lamb that hast been slain, we rest in Thee.“
— Harriet Beecher Stowe Abolitionist, author 1811 - 1896
"Life's Mystery", reported in Charlotte Fiske Rogé, The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song (1832), p. 544.
„Know, dear little one! our Father
Will no gentle deed disdain:
Love on the cold earth beginning
Lives divine in Heaven again,
While the angel hearts that beat there
Still all tender thoughts retain.“
— Adelaide Anne Procter English poet and songwriter 1825 - 1864
Legends and Lyrics: A Book of Verses (1858), "The Angel's Story".
„It is not that I feel less weak, but Thou
Wilt be my strength. It is not that I see
Less sin, but more of pardoning love in Thee,
And all-sufficient grace. Enough! And now
All fluttering thought is stilled; I only rest,
And feel that Thou art near, and know that I am blest.“
— Frances Ridley Havergal British poet and hymn-writer 1836 - 1879
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 447.
„I come to Thee, O Christ. Faint and perishing, defenceless and needy, with many a sin and many a fear, to Thee I turn, for Thou hast died for me, and for me Thou dost live. Be Thou my shelter and strong tower. Give me to drink of living water. Let me rest in Thee while in this weary land; and let Thy sweet love, my Brother and my Lord, be mine all on earth and the heaven of my heaven.“
— Alexander Maclaren British minister 1826 - 1910
Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 100.
„Thou art a monument, without a tomb,
And art alive still, while thy book doth live,
And we have wits to read, and praise to give.“
— Ben Jonson, On Shakespeare
To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Context: Soul of the age! The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage! My Shakespeare, rise; I will not lodge thee by Chaucer or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie A little further, to make thee a room; Thou art a monument, without a tomb, And art alive still, while thy book doth live, And we have wits to read, and praise to give. Lines 17 - 24; this was inspired by a eulogy by William Basse, On Shakespeare: