This ae nighte, this ae nighte
Every nighte and all;
Fire and sleete, and candle lighte
And Christe receive thye saule.
The soul of the river had entered my soul,
And the gathered power of my soul was moving
So swiftly, it seemed to be at rest
Under cities of cloud and under Spheres of silver and changing worlds—
Until I saw a flash of trumpets
Above the battlements over Time!
Edgar Lee Masters—Spoon Rioer Anthology.
The dust's for crawling, heaven's for flying,
Wherefore, O Soul, whose wings are grown,
Soar upward to the sun!
Edgar Lee Masters—Spoon River Anthology.
Julian Scott.
What is a man profited, if he shall gain the
whole world, and lose his own soul?
Matthew. XVI. 26.
The soul, aspiring, pants its source to mount,
As streams meander level with their fount.
Robert Montgomery—Omnipresence of the
Deity. Pt. I. Ridiculed by Macaulay as
"the worst similitude in the world." Omitted in later editions.
There was a little man, and he had a little soul;
And he said, "Little Soul, let us try, try, try!"
Moore—Little Man and Little Soul.
I reflected how soon in the cup of desire
The pearl of the soul may be melted away;
How quickly, alas, the pure sparkle of fire
We inherit from heaven, may be quenched in
the clay.
Moore—Stanzas. A Beam of Tranquillity.
Above the vulgar flight of common souls.
Arthur Murphy—Zenobia. Act V. Sc. 1.
L. 154.
Lord of myself, accountable to none.
But to my conscience, and my God alone.
John Oldham—Satire addressed to a Friend.
| seealso = (See also Henley)
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell,
And by and by my Soul returned to me,
And answered "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
Omar Khayyam—Rubaiyat. FitzGerald's
Trans.
SOUL
li
Est deus in nobis, et sunt commercia cceli.
Sedibus aetheriis spiritus ille venit.
There is a god within us, and we have intercourse with heaven. That spirit comes
from abodes on high.
Ovid—Ars Amatoria. III. 549.
Deus est in pectore nostro.
There is a divinity within our breast.
Ovw—Epistoke Ex Ponto. III. 4. 93.
Egomet sum mihi imperator.
I am myself my own commander.
Plautus—Mercator. Act V.
| seealso = (See also Henley)
14 .
No craving void left aching in the soul.
| author = Pope
| work = Eloisa.
| seealso = (See also Wesley)
| topic = Soul
| page = 738
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
| author = Pope
| work = Essay on Man.
| place = Ep. I. L. 97.
Stript to the naked soul.
| author = Pope
| work = Lines to Mrs. Grace Butler. Found in
Sussex Garland. Nos. 9 and 10. Under
Warminghurst. Attributed also to Chart.es
Yorke.
Vital spark of heav'nly flame!
| author = Pope
| work = Paraphrase of Emperor Hadrian's "Ode
of the Dying Christian to His Soul." Also
inspired by Sappho—Fragment. In Spectator, Nov. 15, 1711.
| seealso = (See also Hadrian)
| topic = Soul
| page = 738
}}
{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>Or looks on heav'n "with more than mortal eyes,
Bids his free soul expatiate in the skies,
Amid her kindred stars familiar roam,
Survey the region, and confess her home.
| author = Pope
| work = Windsor Forest. L. 264.
The iron entered into his soul.
Psalms. CV. 18. In the Psalter.
Aniiim mea in manibus meis semper.
My soul is continually in my hand.
Psalms. CXLX. 109. (Latin in Vulgate}})
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| page = 738
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{{Hoyt quote
| num =
| text = <poem>My soul, the seas are rough, and thou a stranger
In these false coasts; O keep aloof; there's danger;
Cast forth thy plummet; see, a rock appears;
Thy ships want sea-room ; make it with thy tears.
Quarles—Emblems. Bk. III. Ep. XI.
Goe sowle, the bodies gueste
vpon a thankeles errant;
feare not to touche the beste,
the trueth shalbe thie warrant,
goe, since I nedes muste die
and tell them all they he.
