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Tag Name "Blest" (70)

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Blest be the art that can immortalize,--the art that baffles time's tyrannic claim to quench it.
William Cowper
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Blest paper-credit! last and best supply! That lends corruption lighter wings to fly!
Alexander Pope
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Blest is that government where no art thrives.
Thomas Nashe
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Blest be the art that can immortalize.
William Cowper
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Blest are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled, That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
William Shakespeare
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Blest are the pure in heart, for they shall see our God. The secret of the Lord is theirs Their soul is Christ's abode.
John Keble
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Blest is that nation whose silent course of happiness furnishes nothing for history to say.
Thomas Jefferson
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Blest be the gracious Power, who taught mankind To stamp a lasting image of the mind! Beasts may convey, and tuneful birds may sing, Their mutual feelings, in the opening spring But Man alone has skill and power to send The heart's warm dictates to the distant friend 'Tis his alone to please, instruct, advise Ages remote, and nations yet to rise.
George Crabbe
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The darkness is not so dense as it was there are faint streaks on the horizon's verge mist is in the valleys, but there is a radiance on the distant hill. It comes nearer--that promise of the day. The clouds roll rapidly away, and they are fringed with amber and gold. It is, it is the blest sunlight that I feel around me--Morning! It is morning!
William Morley Punshon
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Do all men kill the things they do not love ............ The quality of mercy is not strain'd It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven Upon the place beneath: it is twice blest It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
William Shakespeare
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Good fortune then! To make me blest or cursed'st among men.
William Shakespeare
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What know we of the Blest above but that they sing, and that they love?
William Wordsworth
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It often comes into my head That we may dream when we are dead, But I am far from sure we do. O that it were so! then my rest Would be indeed among the blest I should for ever dream of you.
Walter Savage Landor
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I would not change my blest estate for all the world calls good or great.
Isaac Watts
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All pictures that's painted with sense and with thought / Are painted by madmen as sure as a groat / For the greater the fool in the pencil more blest, / And when they are drunk they always paint best.
William Blake
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Happy the life, that in a peaceful stream, Obscure, unnoticed through the vale has flow'd The heart that ne'er was charm'd by fortune's gleam Is ever sweet contentment's blest abode.
James Gates Percival
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If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
William Butler Yeats
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Higher yet and higher out of clouds and night, nearer yet and nearer rising to the light - light, serene and holy where my soul may rest, purified and lowly, sanctified and blest.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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On the grey rock of Cashel I suddenly saw A Sphinx with woman breast and lion paw, A Buddha, hand at rest, Hand lifted up that blest And right between these two a girl at play That, it may be, had danced her life away.
William Butler Yeats
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Trust on and think To-morrow will repay To-morrow's falser than the former day Lies worse and while it says, we shall be blest With some new Joys, cuts off what we possest.
John Dryden
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No traveler e'er reached that blest abode who found not thorns and briers in his road.
William Cowper
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Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportion'd strength.
John Milton
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the way with Ireland is that no sooner do you get away from her than the golden mists begin to close about her, and she lies, an Island of the Blest, something enchanted in our dreams. When you come back you may think you are disillusioned, but you know well that the fairy mists will begin to gather about her once more.
Katharine Tynan
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Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always To be Blest.
Alexander Pope
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