Top 38 Quotes & Sayings by James Montgomery
Explore popular quotes and sayings by a British poet James Montgomery.
Last updated on December 21, 2024.
Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.
Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.
'Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.
Hope against hope, and ask till ye receive.
Eternity: a moment standing still for ever.
The Dove, on silver pinions, winged her peaceful way.
Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.
Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.
When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.
Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed, The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast. Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye When none but God is near.
Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness and be easily understood.
Nature's prime favourites were the Pelicans;
High-fed, long-lived, and sociable and free.
The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.
There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.
The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
To-morrow — oh, 'twill never be, If we should live a thousand years! Our time is all to-day, to-day, The same, though changed; and while it flies With still small voice the moments say: "To-day, to-day, be wise, be wise.
Who that hath ever been Could bear to be no more? Yet who would tread again the scene He trod through life before?
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
When the good man yields his breath (For the good man never dies).
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
We fought the Revolutionary War for no taxation without representation, it seems to me that we are much worse off today, because we are heavily taxed, and only the king's corporations control this Country, together with mob rule, of the special interests.
There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.
While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.
When to the cross I turn my eyes,And rest on Calvary,O Lamb of God, my sacrifice,I must remember Thee.
Tis human actions paint the chart of time.
Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.
Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.
Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.
Night is the time to weep,To wet with unseen tearsThose graves of memory where sleepThe joys of other years.
There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.
Time is eternity begun.
Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.
Gashed with honourable scars,Low in Glory's lap they lie;Though they fell, they fell like stars,Streaming splendour through the sky.
Beyond this vale of tears there is a life above. unmeasured by the flight of years; and all that life is love.
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