The hasty multitude
Admiring enter'd, and the work some praise.
And some the architect: his hand was known
In heaven by many a tower'd structure high,
Where scepter'd angels held their residence,
And sat as princes.
A heaven on earth.
The starry cope
Of heaven.
Though in heav'n the trees
Of life ambrosial fruitage bear, and vines
Yield nectar.
Heaven open'd wide
Her ever-during gates, harmonious sound
On golden hinges moving.
There is a world above,
Where parting is unknown;
A whole eternity of love,
Form'd for the good alone;
And faith beholds the dying here
Translated to that happier sphere.
A Persian's Heaven is eas'ly made,
'Tis but black eyes and lemonade.
The way to heaven out of all places is of like length and distance.
There's nae sorrow there, John,
There's neither cauld nor care, John,
The day is aye fair,
In the land o' the leal.
Lady Nairne—The Land o' the Leal.
A sea before
The Throne is spread;—its pure still glass
Pictures all earth-scenes as they pass.
We, on its shore,
Share, in the bosom of our rest,
God's knowledge, and are blest.
Cardinal Newman—A Voice from Afar.
Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire.
And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire.
Omar Khayyam—Bvbaiyat. St. 67. FrrzGerald's trans.
A day in thy courts is better than a thousand.
I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my
God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
Psalms. LXXXIV. 10.
The blessed Damozel lean'd out
From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her eyes knew more of rest and shade
Of waters still'd at even;
She had three lilies in her hand,
And the stars in her hair were seven.
Rossetti—The Blessed Damozel. (Version in
Oxford Ed. of Golden Treasury.)
It was the rampart of God's house
That she was standing on;
By God built over the sheer depth,
The which is Space begun;
So high, that looking downward thence,
She scarce could see the sun.
Rossetti—The Blessed Damozel.
Non est ad astra mollis e terris via.
The ascent from earth to heaven is not easy.
Seneca—Hercules Furens. CCCCXXXVII.
Heaven's face doth glow.
Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 48.
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Sure he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if
ever man went to Arthur's bosom.
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Act IV. Sc. 1. L. 104.
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Were it not good your grace could fly to heaven?
The treasury of everlasting joy. Henry VI. Pt. II. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 17. </poem>
And, father cardinal, I have heard you say
That we shall see and know our friends in heaven :
If that be true, I shall see my boy again:
For since the birth of Cain, the first male child,
To him that did but yesterday suspire,
There was not such a gracious creature born.
John. Act III. Sc. 4. L. 76.
There's husbandry in heaven;
Their candles are all out.
Macbeth. Act II. Sc. 1. L. 5.
Well, God's above all; and there be souls must
be saved, and there be souls must not be saved.
Othello. Act II. Sc. 3. L. 105.
All places that the eye of heaven visits,
Are to a wise man ports and happy havens.
Richard II. Act I. Sc. 3. L. 275.
For the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
Richard III. Act V. Sc. 3. L. 285.
Straight is the way to Acheron,
Whether the spirit's race is run
From Athens or from Meroe:
Weep not, far from home to die;
The wind doth blow in every sky
That wafts us to that doleful sea.
J. A. Symonds. Trans. P. 37 in Tomson's
Selections from the Greek Anthology, in the
Canterbury Poets. (Greek is found in Palantine Anthology. No. 3.}})
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| text = <poem>Who seeks for Heaven alone to save his soul
May keep the path, but will not reach the goal;
While he who walks in love may wander far,
Yet God will bring him where the blessed are.
Henry Van Dyke—Story of the Other Wise Man. V.
So all we know of what they do above
Is that they happy are, and that they love.
