Thee Quotes

The very spot where grew the bread that formed my bones, I see. How strange, old field, on thee to tread, and feel I'm part of thee.

We taste Thee, O Thou Living Bread, And long to feast upon Thee still: We drink of Thee, the Fountainhead And thirst our souls from Thee to fill.

No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!

For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read.

Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar; Wait the great teacher, Death, and God adore; What future bliss He gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

Know then, unnumber'd Spirits round thee fly, The light Militia of the lower sky.

One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.

D'Artagnan, my friend, thou art brave, thou art prudent, thou hast excellent qualities, but- women will destroy thee!" -D'Artagnan

God made thee good as thou art beautiful.

Forgive my grief for one removed Thy creature whom I found so fair I trust he lives in Thee and there I find him worthier to be loved.

I will love thee to the death, And out beyond into the dream to come.

Sleep; and if life was bitter to thee, pardon, If sweet, give thanks; thou hast no more to live; And to give thanks is good, and to forgive.

My dog! the difference between thee and me knows only our Creator.

Death, with funereal shades in vain surrounds me, My reason through his darkness seeth light: 'Tis the last step which brings me close to Thee: 'Tis the veil falling, 'twixt Thy face and mine.

Soul of the universe, Sire, God, Creator, Lord, I believe in Thee, 'neath all these names: And without having need to hear thy word, In the sky's brow my glorious creed I trace.

All's well with thee if thou art in just hands.

Get thee behind me, tragedy.

Noble have I created thee, yet thou hast abased thyself. Rise then unto that for which thou wast created.

O SON OF MAN! I loved thy creation, hence I created thee. Wherefore, do thou love Me, that I may name thy name and fill thy soul with the spirit of life.

Reader, I wish thee Health, Wealth, Happiness, And may kind Heaven thy Year's Industry bless.

Let thy discontents be thy secrets; if the world knows them 'twill despise thee and increase them.

O Lazy bones! Dost thou think God would have given thee arms and legs, if he had not design'd thou should'st use them?

Who has deceived thee as oft as thyself.

Grace thou thy house and let not that grace thee.

I know as well as thee that I am no poet born It is a trade, I never learnt nor indeed could learn If I make verses-'tis in spite Of nature and my stars I write.

From the best bliss that earth imparts, we turn unfilled to Thee again.

Thee will find out in time that I have a great love of professing vile sentiments, I don't know why, unless it springs from long efforts to avoid priggery.

After carrying and collecting like the ant, Enjoy-before the grave worm devours thee.

A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another.

Make no enemies; he is insignificant indeed that can do thee no harm.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

I counsel thee, shut not thy heart, nor thy library.

Wert thou all that I wish thee, great, glorious, and free, First flower of the earth and first gem of the sea.

I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.

Does the world satisfy thee? Then thou hast thy reward & portion in this life; make much of it, for thou shalt know no other joy

O Lord, I cannot plead my love of Thee: I plead Thy love of me: - the shallow conduit hails the unfathomed sea.

O, Heart, remember thee That Man is none, Save One.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them! If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

Uncertainty! fell demon of our fears! The human soul that can support despair, supports not thee.

Go little book, thy self present, As child whose parent is unkent: To him that is the president Of noblesse and of chivalry, And if that Envy bark at thee, As sure it will, for succour flee.

good Hobbinoll, what garres thee greete? What! hath some wolfe thy tender lambes ytorne? Or is thy bagpype broke, that soundes so sweete? Or art thou of thy loved lasse forlorne?

Father, I beg of Thee a little task To dignify my days, 'tis all I ask.

Curse away! And let me tell thee, Beausant, a wise proverb The Arabs have,-"Curses are like young chickens, And still come home to roost."

Keep us at tasks too hard for us that we may be driven to Thee for strength.

I love thee as I love the tone Of some soft-breathing flute Whose soul is wak'd for me alone, When all beside is mute.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange And be all to me?

Behold me! I am worthy Of thy loving, for I love thee!