James Montgomery Quotes

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And nameless tribes, half-plant, half-animal, Rooted and slumbering through a dream of life.

James Montgomery
Blue thou art, intensely blue; Flower, whence came thy dazzling hue?

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Terribly beautiful, the serpent lay, Wreath'd like a coronet of gold and jewels, Fit for a tyrant's brow; anon he flew Straight as an arrow shot from his own rings, And struck his victim, shrieking ere it went Down his strain'd throat, that open sepulcher.

James Montgomery
Here hyacinths of heavenly blue, shook their rich tresses to the morn.

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Eagle of flowers! I see thee stand, And on the sun's noon-glory gaze; With eye like his, thy lids expand, And fringe their disk with golden rays: Though fix'd on earth, in darkness rooted there, Light is thy element, thy dwelling air, Thy prospect heaven.

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What shall I call thee — bird, or beast, or neither? — Just what you will; I'm rather both than neither; Much like the season when I whirl my flight, The dusk of evening — neither day nor night.

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Abdominal harpies, spare the dead. — We only clear the field which man has spread; On which should Heaven its hottest vengeance rain? You slay the living, we but strip the dead.

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While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

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The Dead are like the stars by day; Withdrawn from mortal eye, But not extinct, they hold their way In glory through the sky.

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Bird of the wilderness, what is thy name? — The pelican! — go, take the trump of fame, And if thou give the honour due to me, The world may talk a little more of thee.

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The slow-worm crawl'd, the light chameleon climb'd And changed his colour as his place he changed; The nimble lizard ran from bough to bough, Glancing through light, in shadow disappearing; The scorpion, many-eyed, with sting of fire, Bred there, the legion-fiend of creeping things.

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A mother's love — how sweet the name! What is a mother's love? — A noble, pure and tender flame, Enkindled from above, To bless a heart of earthly mould; The warmest love that can grow cold; This is a mother's love.

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The crocodile, the dragon of the waters, In iron panoply, fell as the plague, And merciless as famine, cranch'd his prey, While from his jaws, with dreadful fangs all serried, The life-blood dyed the waves with deadly streams.

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The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.

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There is a calm for those who weep, A rest for weary pilgrims found, They softly lie and sweetly sleep Low in the ground.

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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.

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There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

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Loathsome, unsightly, swollen to obscene bulk, Lurk'd the dark toad beneath the infected turf...

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Dutch tulips from the beds Flaunted their stately heads.

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Dark-green and gemm'd with flowers of snow, With close uncrowded branches spread Not proudly high, nor meanly low, A graceful myrtle rear'd its head.

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Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.

James Montgomery
Amphibious monsters haunted the lagoon; The hippopotamus, amidst the flood, Flexile and active as the smallest swimmer; But on the bank, ill-balanced and infirm, He grazed the herbage, with huge head declined, Or lean'd to rest against some ancient tree.

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When evening closes Nature's eye, The glow-worm lights her little spark To captivate her favorite fly And tempt the rover through the dark.

James Montgomery
Hymns should have unity, graduation and mutual dependence in the thoughts, a conscious progress, a sense of completeness.. and be easily understood.

James Montgomery
Nor sink those stars in empty night:
They hide themselves in heaven's own light.

James Montgomery