Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power!
Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power!
The Second Day of July 1776, will be the most memorable Epocha, in the History of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated, by succeeding generations, as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated, as the Day of Deliverance by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shews, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires and illuminations from one end of this Continent to the other from this time forward forever more.
Therefore, to be possess'd with double pomp, To guard a title that was rich before, To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter some that humble themselves may but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire.
These are the hands whose sturdy labor brings The peasant's food, the golden pomp of kings This is the page whose letters shall be seen, Changed by the sun to words of living green This is the scholar whose immortal pen Spells the first lesson hunger taught to men These are the lines that heavencommanded Toil Shows on his deed, the charter of the soil.
Funeral pomp is more for the vanity of the living than for the honor of the dead.
Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous.
And so seplchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
A hymn of glory let us sing New songs throughout the world shall ring Christ, by a road before untrod, Now rises to the throne of God. The holy apostolic band Upon the Mount of Olives stand And with his followers they see Their Lord's ascending majesty. To them the angels drawing nigh, 'Why stand and gaze upon the sky This is the Savior,' thus they say 'This is his glorious triumph day. 'Again shall ye behold him so As ye today have seen him go, In glorious pomp ascending high, Up to the portals of the sky.' O risen Christ, ascended Lord, All praise to thee let earth accord, Who art, while endless ages run, With Father and with Spirit one.
Take physic, pomp.
The monumental pomp of age Was with this goodly personage A stature undepressed in size, Unbent, which rather seemed to rise In open victory o'er the weight Of seventy years, to loftier height.
Displayed before the simplest Door
That all may witness it and more,
The pomp of summer Days.
Preferring Hard liberty, before the easy yoke Of servile Pomp.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
The pomp, the pride, the royal show?
Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So 'Bonnie Doon' but tarry Blot out the epic's stately rhyme, But spare his 'Highland Mary'
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