The song Of Heaven is ever new; for daily thus, And nightly, new discoveries are made Of God's unbounded wisdom, power, and love, Which give the understanding larger room, And swell the hymn with ever-growing praise. — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin; Most unsubstantial, unessential shade Was earthly fame. — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
With one hand he put A penny in the urn of poverty, And with the other took a shilling out. — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Maternal love! thou word that sums all bliss, Gives and receives all bliss,-- fullest when most Thou givest! spring-head of all felicity, Deepest when… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
He was the freeman whom the truth made free; Who first of all, the bands of Satan broke; Who broke the bands of sin,… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there. Sometimes you won't let… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Of lunacy, Innumerous were the causes; humbled pride, Ambition disappointed, riches lost, And bodily disease, and sorrow, oft By man inflicted on his brother… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
The Book, this Holy Book, on every line, Mark'd with the seal of high divinity, On every leaf bedew'd with drops of love Divine,… — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
Rumour was the messenger Of defamation, and so swift, that none Could be the first to tell an evil tale. — Robert Pollok Copy Share Image
