Robert Pollok Quotes & Sayings

Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist
Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin;
Most unsubstantial, unessential shade
Was earthly fame. — Robert Pollok

Maternal love! thou word that sums all bliss,
Gives and receives all bliss,
fullest when most
Thou givest! spring-head of all felicity,
Deepest when most is drawn! emblem of God!
O'erflowing most when greatest numbers drink! — Robert Pollok

Sin is dark and loves the dark, still hides from itself in gloom, and in the darkest hell is still itself the darkest hell and the severest woe. — Robert Pollok

Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love. — Robert Pollok

Living jewels dropped unstained from heaven. — Robert Pollok

But the unfaithful priest, what tongue
Enough, shall execrate? — Robert Pollok

Who born so poor,
Of intellect so mean, as not to know
What seem'd the best; and knowing not to do?
As not to know what God and conscience bade,
And what they bade not able to obey? — Robert Pollok

He was the freeman whom the truth made free;
Who first of all, the bands of Satan broke;
Who broke the bands of sin, and for his soul,
In spite of fools consulted seriously. — Robert Pollok

The sun rejoicing round the earth, announced
Daily the wisdom, power and love of God.
The moon awoke, and from her maiden face,
Shedding her cloudy locks, looked meekly forth,
And with her virgin stars walked in the heavens
Walked nightly there, conversing as she walked,
Of purity, and holiness, and God. — Robert Pollok

All are friends in heaven, all faithful friends,
And many friendships in the days of Time
Begun, are lasting there and growing still. — Robert Pollok

Enjoyment stops where indolence begins. — Robert Pollok

Of lunacy,
Innumerous were the causes; humbled pride,
Ambition disappointed, riches lost,
And bodily disease, and sorrow, oft
By man inflicted on his brother man;
Sorrow, that, made the reason drunk, and yet
Left much untasted. So the cup was fill'd. — Robert Pollok

With one hand he put
A penny in the urn of poverty,
And with the other took a shilling out. — Robert Pollok

That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell! — Robert Pollok

Rumour was the messenger
Of defamation, and so swift, that none
Could be the first to tell an evil tale. — Robert Pollok

The song
Of Heaven is ever new; for daily thus,
And nightly, new discoveries are made
Of God's unbounded wisdom, power, and love,
Which give the understanding larger room,
And swell the hymn with ever-growing praise. — Robert Pollok