A sonnet is a moment's monument, Memorial from the Soul's eternity To one dead deathless hour.
Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so, For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow, Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones and soul's delivery.john donne
Our yearnings are homesicknesses for heaven; our sighings are for God, just as children that cry themselves asleep away from home, and sob in their slumber, know not that they sob for their parents. The soul's inarticulate moanings are the affections yearning for the Infinite, and having no one to tell them what it is that ails them.henry ward beecher
How can Life grant us boon of living, compensateFor dull grey ugliness and pregnant hateUnless we dareThe soul's dominion? Each time we make a choice, we payWith courage to behold the resistless day,And count it fair.amelia earhart
Remember that pride is the worst viper that is in the heart, the greatest disturber of the soul's peace and sweet communion with Christ; it was the first sin that ever was, and lies lowest in the foundation of Satan's whole building, and is the most difficultly rooted out, and is the most hidden, secret and deceitful of all lusts, and often creeps in, insensibly, into the midst of religion and sometimes under the disguise of humility.jonathan edwards
Meditation is the soul's perspective glass, whereby, in her long remove, she discerneth God, as if He were nearer at hand.owen feltham
The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed,Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made;Stronger by weakness, wiser, men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,That stand upon the threshold of the new.Edmund Waller
Accept these images for what they are — Out of the past a fragile element Of substance into accident. I would speak honestly and of a full heart; I would speak surely for the tale is short, And the soul's remorseless catalogue Assumes its quick and piteous sum.Robert Penn Warren
All gifts but one the jealous God may keep From our soul's longing, one he cannot—sleep. This, though he grudge all other grace to prayer, This grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare.algernon charles swinburne
Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot My soul's full meaning into future years, That they should lend it utterance, and salute Love that endures, from life that disappears!
Not from without us, only from within, Comes or can ever come upon us light Whereby the soul keeps ever truth in sight. No truth, no strength, no comfort man may win, No grace for guidance, no release from sin, Save of his own soul's giving.algernon charles swinburne
The Good of man is the active exercise of his soul's faculties in conformity with excellence or virtue, or if there be several human excellences or virtues, in conformity with the best and most perfect among them.
The reward of renunciation is some good greater than the thing renounced. To renounce with no vision of such a good, from fear or in automatic obedience to a formula, is to weaken the springs of life, and to diminish the soul's resistance to this world.hugh kingsmill
All gifts but one the jealous God may keep From our soul's longing, one he cannot sleep. This, though he grudge all other grace to prayer, This grace his closed hand cannot choose but spare.algernon charles swinburne
Who doubting tyranny, and fainting under Fortune's false lottery, desperately run To death, for dread of death; that soul's most stout, That, bearing all mischance, dares last it out.
Some books are drenched sands, On which a great soul's wealth lies all in heaps, Like a wrecked argosy.alexander smith
Meditation is the soul's perspective glass, whereby, in her long remove, she discerneth God, as if He were nearer at hand.
Thy soul's flight, If it find heaven, must find it out to-night.william shakespeare
Blessed be the discipline which makes me reach out my soul's roots into closer union with Jesus! Blessed be the dews of the Spirit which keep my leaf ever green! Blessed be the trials which shake down the ripe, golden fruits from the branches.
Conscience avaunt, Richard's himself again: Hark! the shrill trumpet sounds, to horse, away, My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.
'Remember, my child: Without innocence the cross is only iron, hope is only an illusion & Ocean soul's nothing but a name...'
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