"God's Grandeur", lines 5-8
Wessex Poems and Other Verses (1918)
“You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was “the scourge of God.””
"The Dirge of Alaric, the Visigoth" In The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal Vol. V, No. 25 (January-June 1823), p. 64.
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American politician, orator, statesman 1794–1865Related quotes
No Coward Soul Is Mine (1846)
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No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:
I see Heaven's glories shine,
And Faith shines equal, arming me from Fear.O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life — that in me has rest,
As I — undying Life — have power in Thee!Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;
Worthless as withered weeds,
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...</p
Source: Dictionary of Burning Words of Brilliant Writers (1895), P. 232.
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The Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers http://www.poetry-archive.com/h/landing_of_the_pilgrim_fathers.html (1826)
“How can a man be said to have a country where he has no right to a square inch of soil…”
Source: Social Problems (1883), Ch. 2 : Political Dangers