"Imageless" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... of the holiest joys we inherit, O Sorrow, thou solemn, invisible spirit! Ill fares it with man when, through life's desert sand, Grown impatient too soon for the long-promised land, He turns from the worship of thee, as thou art, An expressless and imageless truth in the heart, And takes of the jewels of Egypt, the pelf And the gold of the Godless, to make to himself A gaudy, idolatrous image of thee, And then bows to the sound of the cymbal the knee. The sorrows we make ...
— Lucile • Owen Meredith |
