Quotes from Robert Pollok

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?

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

Of all the phantoms fleeting in the mist Of time, though meagre all and ghostly thin; Most unsubstantial, unessential shade Was earthly fame.

All are friends in heaven, all faithful friends, And many friendships in the days of Time Begun, are lasting there and growing still.

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

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

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.

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.