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Tag Name "Didst" (22)

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What shall I give Thee, Master? Thou who didst die for me! How can I give less than give of my best, When Thou hast given all to me! What shall I give Thee, Master? Thou who didst die for me! How can I give less than all of my best, I must give all to Thee!
David Berg
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Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it, Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, Not to partake thy passion, my humility.
Emily Dickinson
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All isolation is wrong so say the herd. And long didst thou belong to the herd.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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Should thoughts of self-praise, of self-satisfaction, occur to you, say: 'I myself am nothing all that is good in me is accomplished by the grace of God.' What hast thou that thou didst not receive?' (I Cor. 4:7). 'Without Me ye can do nothing' (John 15:5).
John of Kronstadt
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Yet I did love thee to the last, As ferverently as thou, Who didst not change through all the past, And canst not alter now.
Lord Byron
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened - Man's forgiveness give and take!
Omar Khayyam
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Thou didst, in strains of eloquence refin'd, Inflame the soul, and captivate the mind.
Phillis Wheatley
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Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees. They, in thy sun, Budded, and shook their green leaves in thy breeze, And shot towards heaven.
William C. Bryant
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?
William Shakespeare
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Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
William Shakespeare
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Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life's common way In cheerful godliness.
William Wordsworth
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In me didst thou exist-and, in my death, see by this image, which is thine own, how utterly thou hast murdered thyself.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Tis not, to cry God mercy, or to sit And droop, or to confess that thou hast fail'd: 'Tis to bewail the sins thou didst commit: And not commit those sins thou hast bewail' d. He that bewails and not forsakes them too Confesses rather what he means to do.
Francis Quarles
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Good cable, to enforce and draw, And be thy law, While thou didst wink and wouldst not see.
George Herbert
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If thou art indeed my father, then hast thou stained thy sword in the life-blood of thy son. And thous didst it of thine obstinacy. For I sought to turn thee unto love, and I implored of thee thy name, for I thought to behold in thee the tokens recounted of my mother. But I appealed unto thy heart in vain, and now is the time gone for meeting.
Khaled Hosseini
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And thou, who didst the stars and sunbeams know, / Self-schooled, self-scanned, self-honoured, self-secure / Didst tread on earth unguessed at. Better so!.
Matthew Arnold
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O Mary! teach us the life of adoration! Teach us to see, as thou didst, all the mysteries and all the graces in the Eucharist to live over again the Gospel story and to read it in the light of the Eucharistic Life of Jesus. Remember, O our Lady of the Most Blessed Sacrament, that thou art the Mother of all adorers of the Holy Eucharist
Peter Julian Eymard
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With drooping bells of clearest blue Thou didst attract my childish view, Almost resembling The azure butterflies that flew Where on the heath thy blossoms grew So lightly trembling.
Reginald Heber
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Time! where didst thou those years inter Which I have seene decease?
William Habington
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For which of my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me?
William Shakespeare
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Free from gross passion or of mirth of anger constant spirit, not swerving with the blood, garnish'd and deck'd in modest compliment, not working with the eye without the ear, and but in purged judgement trusting neither? Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem.
William Shakespeare
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But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation.
William Wordsworth