A Cyclopædia of Sacred Poetical Quotations / Consisting of Choice Passages from the Sacred Poetry of All Ages and Countries, Classified and Arranged, for Facility of Reference, Under Subject Headings; Illustrated by Striking Passages from Scripture, and Forming Altogether a Complete Book of Devotional Poetry.

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In seeming idleness, with stony eye,

Sang at the morning’s touch, like poetry;

And then of all the fierce and bitter fruit

Of the proud planting of a tyrannous foot,

Of bruised right, and flourishing bad men,

And virtue wasting heavenwards from a den;

Brute force, and fury; and the devilish drouth

Of the fool cannon’s ever-gaping mouth;

And the bride-widowing sword; and the harsh bray

The sneering trumpet sends across the fray;