Robert Pollok Quotes

#1. Enjoyment stops where indolence begins.

Robert Pollok

#2. 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

#3. 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

#4. Mercy stood in the cloud, with eye that wept Essential love.

Robert Pollok

#5. 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

#6. 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

#7. 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

#8. 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

#9. But the unfaithful priest, what tongue
Enough, shall execrate?

Robert Pollok

#10. Living jewels dropped unstained from heaven.

Robert Pollok

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

Robert Pollok

#12. 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

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

Robert Pollok

#14. That bitter word, which closed all earthly friendships and finished every feast of love farewell!

Robert Pollok

#15. 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