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C.N. Douglas, comp.  Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical.  1917.
 
Earth
 
  The rugged, all-nourishing earth.
Sophocles.    
  1
  The flowers are but earth vivified.
Lamartine.    
  2
  Earth, air, and ocean, glorious three.
R. Montgomery.    
  3
  Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood.
Shelley.    
  4
  The earth, that’s nature’s mother, is her tomb.
Shakespeare.    
  5
  This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory.
Shakespeare.    
  6
  I believe this earth on which we stand is but the vestibule to glorious mansions through which a moving crowd forever press.
Joanna Baillie.    
  7
  Once every atom of this ground lived, breathed, and felt like me!
James Montgomery.    
  8
  We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home.
J. H. Vincent.    
  9
        Air, earth, and seas, obey’d th’ Almighty nod,
And with a general fear confess’d the God.
Dryden.    
  10
  Speak no harsh words of earth; she is our mother, and few of us her sons who have not added a wrinkle to her brow.
Alexander Smith.    
  11
  Nought so vile that on the earth doth live, but to the earth some special good doth give.
Shakespeare.    
  12
        Where is the dust that has not been alive?
The spade, the plough, disturb our ancestors;
From human mould we reap our daily bread.
Young.    
  13
  This poor world, the object of so much insane attachment, we are about to leave; it is but misery, vanity, and folly; a phantom—the very fashion of which “passeth away.”
Fénelon.    
  14
        Earth, them great footstool of our God
Who reigns on high; thou fruitful source
Of all our raiment, life and food,
Our house, our parent, and our nurse.
Watts.    
  15
  Friend, hast thou considered the “rugged, all-nourishing earth,” as Sophocles well names her; how she feeds the sparrow on the housetop, much more her darling man?
Carlyle.    
  16
  Lean not on earth; it will pierce thee to the heart; a broken reed at best; but oft a spear, on its sharp point Peace bleeds and Hope expires.
Young.    
  17
  Let the mantle of worldly enjoyments hang loose about you, that it may be easily dropped when death comes to carry you into another world.
T. Boston.    
  18
  The earth, though in comparison of heaven so small, nor glistering, may of solid good contain more plenty than the sun, that barren shines.
Milton.    
  19
  I speak of that learning which makes us acquainted with the boundless extent of nature, and the universe, and which even while we remain in this world, discovers to us both heaven, earth, and sea.
Cicero.    
  20
 
 
                        The earth is bright,
And I am earthly, so I love it well;
  Though heaven is holier, and full of light
Yet I am frail, and with frail things would dwell.
Mrs. Judson.    
  21
  Our earthly possessions will indeed perish in the final wreck of all things; but let the ship perish, let all we have sink in the deep, if we may come “safe to land.” From these storms and billows—these dangerous seas—these tempestuous voyages—may we all be brought at last safe to heaven.
Albert Barnes.    
  22
        The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind.
Shakespeare.    
  23
  Transiency is stamped on all our possessions, occupations, and delights. We have the hunger for eternity in our souls, the thought of eternity in our hearts, the destination for eternity written on our inmost being, and the need to ally ourselves with eternity proclaimed by the most short-lived trifles of time. Either these things will be the blessing or the curse of our lives. Which do you mean that they shall be for you?
Alexander Maclaren.    
  24
                  Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
The very stones prate of my whereabout.
Shakespeare.    
  25
  It is this earth that, like a kind mother, receives us at our birth, and sustains us when born; it is this alone, of all the elements around us, that is never found an enemy of man.
Pliny.    
  26
  The waters deluge man with rain, oppress him with hail, and drown him with inundations; the air rushes in storms, prepares the tempest, or lights up the volcano; but the earth, gentle and indulgent, ever subservient to the wants of man, spreads his walks with flowers and his table with plenty; returns with interest every good committed to her care, and though she produces the poison, she still supplies the antidote; though constantly teased more to furnish the luxuries of man than his necessities, yet, even to the last, she continues her kind indulgence, and when life is over she piously covers his remains in her bosom.
Pliny.    
  27
        The common growth of Mother Earth
Suffices me—her tears, her mirth,
Her humblest mirth and tears.
Wordsworth.    
  28
        Diseased nature oftentimes breaks forth
In strange eruptions; oft the teeming earth
Is with a kind of colic pinch’d and vex’d
By the imprisoning of unruly wind
Within her womb; which, for enlargement striving,
Shakes the old beldame earth, and topples down
Steeples and moss-grown towers.
Shakespeare.    
  29
        Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own;
Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind,
And, even with something of a mother’s mind,
  And no unworthy aim,
  The homely nurse doth all she can
To make her foster child, her inmate man,
  Forget the glories he hath known
And that imperial palace whence he came.
Wordsworth.    
  30
 
 
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