And how shall I call upon my God, my God and Lord, since, when I call for Him, I shall be calling… — Saint Augustine Copy Share Image
O Jesus, here present in the Holy Eucharist, Thy Heart is all aglow with love for me! Thou dost call me, Thou… — Ildefonsus Copy Share Image
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend voices… — Robert Browning Copy Share Image
O conscience, upright and stainless, how bitter a sting to thee is a little fault! — Dante Alighieri Copy Share Image
Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind! Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art, For there thy habitation is the heart-- The heart which… — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
I cannot be content with less than heaven; Living, and comprehensive of all life. Thee, universal heaven, celestial all; Thee, sacrjd seat… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
NOT, I’ll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist—slack they may be—these last strands of man In me ór,… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Art thou in the darkness? Mind it not, for if thou dost it will feed thee more. But stand still, and act… — James Nayler Copy Share Image
Does the light of the lamp shine without losing its splendour until it is extinguished; and shall the truth which is in… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
After thee accumulation of too much history we have lost our innocence, we cannot easily believe in any explanations. We describe rather… — Genesis P-Orridge Copy Share Image
X. I saw pale kings and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Let him who gropes painfully in darkness or uncertain light, and prays vehemently that the dawn may ripen into day, lay this… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
Yet, for I know thou art religious And hast a thing within thee called conscience, With twenty popish tricks and ceremonies Which… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Plant thy foot firmly in the prints which His foot has made before thee. — Joseph Barber Lightfoot Copy Share Image
Cannibals? Who is not a cannibal? I tell you it will be more tolerable for the Fejee that salted down a lean… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, when the winds are breathing low, and the stars… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream. — George Linley Copy Share Image
O, a kiss Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge! Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss I carried… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, come to Him who made thy heart; Come weary and oppressed; To come to Jesus is thy part; His part, to… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
