"Blest" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... and the knowledge of that which is divine. And thus, taking the three varieties of feeling commonly entertained towards the deity, the sense of his happiness, fear, and honor of him, people would seem to think him blest and happy for his exemption from death and corruption, to fear and dread him for his power and dominion, but to love, honor, and adore him for his justice. Yet though thus disposed, they covet that immortality which our nature is ...
— Plutarch's Lives • A.H. Clough
... Time hath laid them in the mould; Sure he is blind as well as old, Whose hand relentless never spares Young cheeks so beauty-bright as theirs! Gone are the flame-eyed lovers now From where so blushing-blest they tarried Under the hawthorn's blossom-bough, Gone; for Day and Night are married. All the light of love is fled:— Alas! that negro breasts should hide The lips that were so rosy red, At morning ...
— The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood • Thomas Hood
... be outrageous if addressed to a woman. Surely he saw her as a woman, queenly and distressed and very proud. He was physically anguished for her, and the man who loved her was the very brother of his bones. There were some words the effect of which were almost hypnotic on him—The Isle of the Blest, The Little Dark Rose, The Poor Old Woman and Caitlin the Daughter of Holohan. The mere repetition of these phrases lifted him to an ecstasy; they had hidden, magical meanings which pricked deeply to his heartstrings and thrilled him to ...
— Mary, Mary • James Stephens
... passion, which, like a fatal talisman, had enchanted her whole soul, held out the delusive prospect that "William might yet relent;" for, though she had for ever discarded the hope of peace, she could not force herself to think but that, again blest with his society, she should, at least for the time that he was present with her, taste the sweet cup of "forgetfulness of the past," for which she so ...
— Nature and Art • Mrs. Inchbald
... heights sublime— From that bright heaven of science, whence they shed Fresh glory o'er man's cause for which they bled. Ask what is left? their names forgotten now? Their birth, their fortune? not a trace to show Where sleeps their dust? Go, seek the blest abode, Their mind's pure joy, the bosom of their God! Then tell if in the dull cold prison's air, And wasted to a living shadow there, Earth scarcely knew them! if they were alone Where they were cast, to pine away unknown? Friends, had they none? nor beam'd ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Volume 57, No. 352, February 1845 • Various
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