Didst Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
wherefore-then-didst-thou-not-obey-the-voice-of-the-lord-but-didst-fly-upon-the-spoil-and-didst-evil-in-the-sight-of-the-lord
thou-o-god-didst-send-a-plentiful-rain-whereby-thou-didst-confirm-thine-inheritance-when-it-was-weary
how-thou-didst-drive-out-the-heathen-with-thy-hand-and-plantedst-them-how-thou-didst-afflict-the-people-and-cast-them-out
and-thou-saidst-i-shall-be-a-lady-for-ever-so-that-thou-didst-not-lay-these-things-to-thy-heart-neither-didst-remember-the-latter-end-of-it
thou-didst-march-through-the-land-in-indignation-thou-didst-thresh-the-heathen-in-anger
strike-as-thou-didst-at-caesar-for-i-know-when-though-didst-hate-him-worst-thou-lovedst-him-better-than-ever-thou-lovedst-cassius-william-shakespeare
i-was-dumb-i-opened-not-my-mouth-because-thou-didst-it
saying-thou-wentest-in-to-men-uncircumcised-and-didst-eat-with-them
for-which-my-bad-parts-didst-thou-first-fall-in-love-with-me-william-shakespeare
for-thou-didst-it-secretly-but-i-will-do-this-thing-before-all-israel-and-before-the-sun
and-they-asked-baruch-saying-tell-us-now-how-didst-thou-write-all-these-words-at-his-mouth
time-where-didst-thou-those-years-inter-which-i-have-seene-decease-william-habington
thou-didst-cause-judgment-to-be-heard-from-heaven-the-earth-feared-and-was-still
but-he-answered-one-of-them-and-said-friend-i-do-thee-no-wrong-didst-not-thou-agree-with-me-for-a-penny
and-didst-see-the-affliction-of-our-fathers-in-egypt-and-heardest-their-cry-by-the-red-sea
thou-preparedst-room-before-it-and-didst-cause-it-to-take-deep-root-and-it-filled-the-land
and-abimelech-said-i-wot-not-who-hath-done-this-thing-neither-didst-thou-tell-me-neither-yet-heard-i-of-it-but-to-day
then-sarah-denied-saying-i-laughed-not-for-she-was-afraid-and-he-said-nay-but-thou-didst-laugh
thou-didst-in-strains-eloquence-refind-inflame-soul-captivate-mind-phillis-wheatley
thou-didst-walk-through-the-sea-with-thine-horses-through-the-heap-of-great-waters
and-he-discovered-the-covering-of-judah-and-thou-didst-look-in-that-day-to-the-armour-of-the-house-of-the-forest
my-head-with-oil-thou-didst-not-anoint-but-this-woman-hath-anointed-my-feet-with-ointment
we-have-heard-with-our-ears-o-god-our-fathers-have-told-us-what-work-thou-didst-in-their-days-in-the-times-of-old
thou-didst-blow-with-thy-wind-the-sea-covered-them-they-sank-as-lead-in-the-mighty-waters
thou-art-the-lord-the-god-who-didst-choose-abram-and-broughtest-him-forth-out-of-ur-of-the-chaldees-and-gavest-him-the-name-of-abraham
yea-forty-years-didst-thou-sustain-them-in-the-wilderness-so-that-they-lacked-nothing-their-clothes-waxed-not-old-and-their-feet-swelled-not
thou-didst-say-woe-is-me-now-for-the-lord-hath-added-grief-to-my-sorrow-i-fainted-in-my-sighing-and-i-find-no-rest
so-the-servants-of-the-householder-came-and-said-unto-him-sir-didst-not-thou-sow-good-seed-in-thy-field-from-whence-then-hath-it-tares
instead-giving-firm-foundation-for-setting-conscience-man-at-rest-forever-thou-didst-choose-all-that-is-exceptional-vague-enigmatic-fyodor-dostoyevsky
gracious-providence-to-whom-i-owe-all-my-powers-why-didst-thou-not-withhold-some-those-blessings-i-possess-substitute-in-their-place-feeling-selfconfidence-contentment-johann-wol
why-didst-thou-promise-such-beauteous-day-and-make-me-travel-forth-without-my-cloak-to-let-base-clouds-oertake-me-in-my-way-hiding-they-bravry-in-william-shakespeare
as-a-beast-goeth-down-into-the-valley-the-spirit-of-the-lord-caused-him-to-rest-so-didst-thou-lead-thy-people-to-make-thyself-a-glorious-name
thou-didst-cleave-the-fountain-and-the-flood-thou-driedst-up-mighty-rivers
and-pharaoh-called-abram-and-said-what-is-this-that-thou-hast-done-unto-me-why-didst-thou-not-tell-me-that-she-was-thy-wife
surely-thou-didst-set-them-in-slippery-places-thou-castedst-them-down-into-destruction
but-thou-art-he-that-took-me-out-of-the-womb-thou-didst-make-me-hope-when-i-was-upon-my-mothers-breasts
holy-mother-we-do-believe-that-without-sin-thou-didst-conceive-may-we-now-in-thee-believing-also-sin-without-conceiving-ap-herbert
o-god-when-thou-wentest-forth-before-thy-people-when-thou-didst-march-through-the-wilderness-selah
thou-didst-divide-the-sea-by-thy-strength-thou-brakest-the-heads-of-the-dragons-in-the-waters
and-immediately-jesus-stretched-forth-his-hand-and-caught-him-and-said-unto-him-o-thou-of-little-faith-wherefore-didst-thou-doubt
and-hast-given-them-this-land-which-thou-didst-swear-to-their-fathers-to-give-them-a-land-flowing-with-milk-and-honey
when-thou-didst-terrible-things-which-we-looked-not-for-thou-camest-down-the-mountains-flowed-down-at-thy-presence
our-fathers-trusted-in-thee-they-trusted-and-thou-didst-deliver-them
but-he-answered-one-them-said-friend-i-do-thee-no-wrong-didst-not-thou-agree-with-me-for-penny-take-that-thine-is-go-thy-way-i-will-give-unto-this-last-even-as-unto-thee-bible
thou-madest-him-a-little-lower-than-the-angels-thou-crownedst-him-with-glory-and-honour-and-didst-set-him-over-the-works-of-thy-hands
thy-bow-was-made-quite-naked-according-to-the-oaths-of-the-tribes-even-thy-word-selah-thou-didst-cleave-the-earth-with-rivers
nevertheless-for-thy-great-mercies-sake-thou-didst-not-utterly-consume-them-nor-forsake-them-for-thou-art-a-gracious-and-merciful-god
ah-dream-too-bright-to-last-ah-starry-hope-that-didst-arise-but-to-be-overcast-a-voice-from-out-future-cries-on-on-but-oer-past-dim-gulf-my-spirit-hovering-lies-mute-motionless-a
o-my-god-how-happy-should-i-be-to-hear-from-thy-lips-those-words-which-thou-didst-once-address-to-saint-thomas-aquin-thou-hast-spoken-well-me-pierre-peter-julian-eymard
milton-thou-shouldst-be-living-at-this-hour-england-hath-need-thee-thy-soul-was-like-star-dwelt-apart-so-didst-thou-travel-on-lifes-common-william-wordsworth
for-i-feared-thee-because-thou-art-an-austere-man-thou-takest-up-that-thou-layedst-not-down-and-reapest-that-thou-didst-not-sow
how-art-thou-fallen-from-heaven-o-lucifer-son-of-the-morning-how-art-thou-cut-down-to-the-ground-which-didst-weaken-the-nations
but-the-lord-said-to-david-my-father-forasmuch-as-it-was-in-thine-heart-to-build-an-house-for-my-name-thou-didst-well-in-that-it-was-in-thine-heart
for-thy-people-israel-didst-thou-make-thine-own-people-for-ever-and-thou-lord-becamest-their-god
lord-by-thy-favour-thou-hast-made-my-mountain-to-stand-strong-thou-didst-hide-thy-face-and-i-was-troubled
and-the-lord-said-unto-david-my-father-whereas-it-was-in-thine-heart-to-build-an-house-unto-my-name-thou-didst-well-that-it-was-in-thine-heart
wilt-not-thou-o-god-which-hadst-cast-us-off-and-thou-o-god-which-didst-not-go-out-with-our-armies
proud-my-broken-heart-since-thou-didst-break-itproud-pain-i-did-not-feel-till-theeproud-my-night-since-thou-with-moons-dost-slake-itnot-to-partake-emily-dickinson
sacrifice-and-offering-thou-didst-not-desire-mine-ears-hast-thou-opened-burnt-offering-and-sin-offering-hast-thou-not-required
But figure his thought, when Death is now clutching at his own heart-strings, unlooked for, inexorable! Yes, poor Louis, Death has found thee. No palace walls or life-guards, gorgeous tapestries or gilt buckram of stiffest ceremonial could keep him out; but he is here, here at thy very life-breath, and will extinguish it. Thou, whose whole existence hitherto was a chimera and scenic show, at length becomest a reality: sumptuous Versailles bursts asunder, like a dream, into void Immensity; Time is done, and all the scaffolding of Time falls wrecked with hideous clangour round thy soul: the pale Kingdoms yawn open; there must thou enter, naked, all unking'd, and await what is appointed thee! Unhappy man, there as thou turnest, in dull agony, on thy bed of weariness, what a thought is thine! Purgatory and Hell-fire, now all-too possible, in the prospect; in the retrospect, -alas, what thing didst thou do that were not better undone; what mortal didst thou generously help; what sorrow hadst thou mercy on? Do the 'five hundred thousand' ghosts, who sank shamefully on so many battle-fields from Rossbach to Quebec, that thy Harlot might take revenge for an epigram, -crowd round thee in this hour? Thy foul Harem; the curses of mothers, the tears and infamy of daughters? Miserable man! thou 'hast done evil as thou couldst:' thy whole existence seems one hideous abortion and mistake of Nature; the use and meaning of thee not yet known. Wert thou a fabulous Griffin, devouring the works of men; daily dragging virgins to thy cave;-clad also in scales that no spear would pierce: no spear but Death's? A Griffin not fabulous but real! Frightful, O Louis, seem these moments for thee.-We will pry no further into the horrors of a sinner's death-bed.

Thomas Carlyle
but-figure-his-thought-when-death-is-now-clutching-at-his-own-heartstrings-unlooked-for-inexorable-yes-poor-louis-death-has-found-thee-no-palace-walls-lifeguards-gorgeous-tapestr
I saw thee once - only once - years ago: I must not say how many - but not many. It was a July midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared stir, unless on tiptoe - Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That gave out, in return for the love-light, Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death - Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That smiled and died in the parterre, enchanted By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence. Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon Fell upon the upturn'd faces of the roses, And on thine own, upturn'd - alas, in sorrow! Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight - Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow, ) That bade me pause before that garden-gate, To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses? No footsteps stirred: the hated world all slept, Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven! - oh, G! How my heart beats in coupling those two words!) Save only thee and me. I paused - I looked - And in an instant all things disappeared. (Ah, bear in mind the garden was enchanted!) The pearly lustre of the moon went out: The mossy banks and the meandering paths, The happy flowers and the repining trees, Were seen no more: the very roses' odors Died in the arms of the adoring airs. All - all expired save thee - save less than thou: Save only divine light in thine eyes - Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them - they were the world to me. I saw but them - saw only them for hours - Saw only them until the moon went down. What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres! How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope! How silently serene a sea of pride! How daring an ambition! yet how deep - How fathomless a capacity for love! But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, Into a western couch of thunder-cloud; And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. They would not go - they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They follow me - they lead me through the years. They are my ministers - yet I their slave. Their office is to illumine and enkindle - My duty, to be saved by their bright fire, And purified in their electric fire, And sanctified in their elysian fire. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope, ) And are far up in Heaven - the stars I kneel to In the sad, silent watches of my night; While even in the meridian glare of day I see them still - two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

Edgar Allan Poe
i-saw-thee-once-only-once-years-ago-i-must-not-say-how-many-but-not-many-it-was-july-midnight-from-out-a-fullorbed-moon-that-like-thine-own-soul-soaring-sought-precipitate-pathwa
To Helen I saw thee once-once only-years ago; I must not say how many-but not many. It was a july midnight; and from out A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven, There fell a silvery-silken veil of light, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber Upon the upturn'd faces of a thousand Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe- Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That gave out, in return for the love-light Thier odorous souls in an ecstatic death- Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted by thee, by the poetry of thy prescence. Clad all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses And on thine own, upturn'd-alas, in sorrow! Was it not Fate that, on this july midnight- Was it not Fate (whose name is also sorrow) That bade me pause before that garden-gate, To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses? No footstep stirred; the hated world all slept, Save only thee and me. (Oh Heaven- oh, God! How my heart beats in coupling those two worlds!) Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked- And in an instant all things disappeared. (Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!) The pearly lustre of the moon went out; The mossy banks and the meandering paths, The happy flowers and the repining trees, Were seen no more: the very roses' odors Died in the arms of the adoring airs. All- all expired save thee- save less than thou: Save only the divine light in thine eyes- Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. I saw but them- they were the world to me. I saw but them- saw only them for hours- Saw only them until the moon went down. What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres! How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope! How silently serene a sea of pride! How daring an ambition!yet how deep- How fathomless a capacity for love! But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, Into western couch of thunder-cloud; And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. They would not go- they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They follow me- they lead me through the years. They are my ministers- yet I thier slave Thier office is to illumine and enkindle- My duty, to be saved by thier bright light, And purified in thier electric fire, And sanctified in thier Elysian fire. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope), And are far up in heaven- the stars I kneel to In the sad, silent watches of my night; While even in the meridian glare of day I see them still- two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

Edgar Allan Poe
to-helen-i-saw-thee-onceonce-onlyyears-ago-i-must-not-say-how-manybut-not-many-it-was-july-midnight-from-out-a-fullorbed-moon-that-like-thine-own-soul-soaring-sought-precipitate-