Oh, dear God, thank you, you are such a good God to us. A kind and gentle and accommodating God, and we… — Ben Stiller Copy Share Image
I love thee as I love the tone Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone, When all beside… — Eliza Acton Copy Share Image
We kneel, how weak; we rise, how full of power! Why, therefore, should we do ourselves this wrong, Or others — that… — Richard Chenevix Trench Copy Share Image
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise… — John Keats Copy Share Image
So will I build my altar in the fields, And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, And the sweet fragrance… — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
This having learnt, thou hast attained the sum Of wisdom; hope no higher, though all the stars Thou knew'st by name, and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
If any friend desire thee to be his surety, give him a part of what thou hast to spare; if he press… — Walter Raleigh Copy Share Image
This day, my God, I hate sin not because it damns me, but because it has done Thee wrong. To have grieved… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
When Allah created the horse, he said to the wind, I will that a creature proceed from thee. Condense thyself.And the wind… — Marguerite Henry Copy Share Image
Love Him, and keep Him for thy Friend, who, when all go away, will not forsake thee, nor suffer thee to perish… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt; all mock thee for… — William Cowper Copy Share Image
Rhodora! If the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
If thy friends be of better quality than thyself, thou mayest be sure of two things; first, they will be more careful… — Walter Raleigh Copy Share Image
Lines I die but when the grave shall press The heart so long endeared to thee When earthy cares no more distress… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice! O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish,… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
We are with Europe but not of it. We are linked, not combined. We are interested and associated, not absorbed. And should… — Winston Churchill Copy Share Image
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
In all thy humours, whether grave or mellow, Thou'rt such a touchy, testy, pleasant fellow, Hast so much wit and mirth and… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe… — Abraham Coles Copy Share Image
