Hast thou fallen? Do not groan and lament: rather be thankful for the opportunity given thee to rise once more. — Ivan Panin Copy Share Image
Is beauty a reminder of something we once knew, with poetry one of its vehicles? Does it give us a brief vision… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
America! America! God shed His grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shinning sea! — Katharine Lee Bates Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Full nakedness! All my joys are due to thee, as souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be, to taste whole joys. — John Donne Copy Share Image
And all the trips you know you missed And all the lips you never kissed Cut through you like a knife. And… — Harry Chapin Copy Share Image
Heaven Is as the Book of God before thee set, Wherein to read His wondrous works. — John Milton Copy Share Image
Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
O my God, since thou art with me, and i must now, in obedience to thy commands, apply my mind to these… — Brother Lawrence Copy Share Image
For what we are about to receive, Oh Lord 'tis Thee we thank,' said the cannibal as he cut a slice off… — Yip Harburg Copy Share Image
Every time you have with your mouth said well of godliness, and yet gone on in wickedness; or every time you have… — John Bunyan Copy Share Image
Oh Lord, I thank Thee that I can bring these people Thy Word. But Lord, there are other villages back in the… — Mary Slessor Copy Share Image
The fallen hazel-nuts, Stripped late of their green sheaths, The grapes, red-purple, Their berries Dripping with wine, Pomegranates already broken, And shrunken… — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Do right! and thou hast naught to fear;Right hath a power that makes thee strong.The night is dark, but light is near;The… — Thomas Cogswell Upham Copy Share Image
Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore; What future bliss He gives not thee… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Hath any wounded thee with injuries? Meet them with patience. Hasty words rankle the wound; soft language dresses it. — Francis Quarles Copy Share Image
I do not love thee, Sabidius, nor can I say why; I can only say this, "I do not love thee." — Martial Copy Share Image
Make me what Thou wouldst have me. I bargain for nothing. I make no terms. I seek for no previous information whither… — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till… — Thomas Moore Copy Share Image
