Hoyt & Roberts, comps. Hoyts New Cyclopedia of Practical Quotations. 1922.
Worship
It is the Mass that matters. Augustine BirrellWhat, Then, Did Happen at the Reformation? Pub. in Nineteenth Century, April, 1896. Answered, July, 1896.
Ah, why Should we, in the worlds riper years, neglect Gods ancient sanctuaries, and adore Only among the crowd and under roofs That our frail hands have raised? BryantA Forest Hymn. L. 16.
Isocrates adviseth Demonicus, when he came to a strange city, to worship by all means the gods of the place. BurtonAnatomy of Melancholy. Pt. III. Sec. IV. Memb. 1. Subsec. 5.
The heart ran oer With silent worship of the great of old! The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns. ByronManfred. Act III. Sc. 4.
Man always worships something; always he sees the Infinite shadowed forth in something finite; and indeed can and must so see it in any finite thing, once tempt him well to fix his eyes thereon. CarlyleEssays. Goethes Works.
I dont like your way of conditioning and contracting with the saints. Do this and Ill do that! Heres one for tother. Save me and Ill give you a taper or go on a pilgrimage. ErasmusThe Shipwreck.
What though the spicy breezes Blow soft oer Ceylons isle; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile: In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown; The heathen in his blindness Bows down to wood and stone. Bishop HeberFrom Greenlands Icy Mountains. Missionary Hymn.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod. They have left unstained, what there they found Freedom to worship God. Felicia D. HemansThe Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers.
As the skull of the man grows broader, so do his creeds. And his gods they are shaped in his image and mirror his needs. And he clothes them with thunders and beauty, He clothes them with music and fire, Seeing not, as he bows by their altars, That he worships his own desire. D. R. P. Marquis (Don Marquis)The God-Maker, Man.
For all of the creeds are false, and all of the creeds are true; And low at the shrines where my brothers bow, there will I bow too; For no form of a god, and no fashion Man has made in his desperate passion, But is worthy some worship of mine; Not too hot with a gross belief, Nor yet too cold with pride, I will bow me down where my brothers bow, Humble, but open eyed. D. R. P. Marquis (Don Marquis)The God-Maker, Man.
How often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to others note, Singing their great Creator? MiltonParadise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 680.
Together kneeling, night and day, Thou, for my sake, at Allahs shrine, And Iat any Gods for thine. MooreLalla Rookh. Fire Worshippers. Fourth Division. L. 309.
So shall they build me altars in their zeal, Where knaves shall minister, and fools shall kneel: Where faith may mutter oer her mystic spell, Written in bloodand Bigotry may swell The sail he spreads for Heavn with blasts from hell! MooreLalla Rookh. Veiled Prophet of Khorassan.
Yet, if he would, man cannot live all to this world. If not religious, he will be superstitious. If he worship not the true God, he will have his idols. Theodore ParkerCritical and Miscellaneous Writings. Essay I. A Lesson for the Day.