Quotes about abase
Abase Yourself
The well being of others,
Serving as a teacher to teach others;
So abase yourself with love and learn from my muse,
And live a joyous and a productive life around.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The people of the United States, perhaps more than any other nation in history, love to abase themselves and proclaim their unworthiness, and seem to find refreshment in doing so... That is a dark frivolity, but still frivolity.
quote by Robertson Davies
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We hear much of a decent pride, a becoming proud, a noble pride, a laudable pride. Can that be decent, of which we ought to be ashamed? Can that be becoming, of which God has set forth the deformity? Can that be noble which God resists and is determined to abase? Can that be laudable, which God call abominable.
quote by Robert Cecil
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Ancient Heart
An ancient straightness is afoot,
Making thunder where it purrs;
Massively extensive beasts of pride
Lurk in this breezy south, in ways always.
Mute airs come with a woe so passive,
The infinite heart accuses you,
It doesn’t abase your religion,
Nor does it specify the heart of one.
Miniature hearts come screeching,
Noisy heads are alive with a victorious air,
Bumpy roads shall bitterly reward us,
When the time is near and we are near.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Portly Man
Even when I portray a portly man
My instincts have begotten further ways;
His portion is over time a calamity,
In portraits, into porridges, and soups.
He is positive with the popery,
But never does he sermonize us with delight.
Instead the resources munch him,
Respire then and squint fatherhood.
Munching is a sin, but negligent,
A sin too small, a transgression of slight nature.
This portly man surprises with confusion,
The liquids of time abase him now.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hymn 96
Election excludes boasting.
1 Cor. 1:26-31.
But few among the carnal wise,
But few of noble race,
Obtain the favor of thine eyes,
Almighty King of Grace.
He takes the men of meanest name
For sons and heirs of God;
And thus he pours abundant shame
On honorable blood.
He calls the fool, and makes him know
The myst'ries of his grace,
To bring aspiring wisdom low,
And all its pride abase.
Nature has all its glories lost
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poem by Isaac Watts
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E.speranza y A.more
Lose my hope, out of luck
Afore mine lost out of track
Mock my failure, they were shock
Estimate me less, here's my attack
Affiliated myself as a slave
Mastered myself, to them I save
Impart emotion they'd never felt
Reclaim the love before it melt
Evoke reality hitherto untruth
Abase his sanity, conceited his brute
Lures disgrace upon one's nature
Leaves you cracks in the future
Yonder by the dark valleys you remain? ,
Near insanity, product of pain
Offered my rest, yet i'm not insane.! ! !
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poem by Ellirie Aviles
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Wear on the same gargoyle face
In the corner of a shop doorway
Did I see the canvas of life?
Preening its self with claws, tightly, frappe.
Feet wrapt in dead, wildlife:
One nonchalantly, above the other
Eyes open, neck stretched:
Was he her mate, her one time lover?
His bill open-hangs retched
In the frozen last gasps of demise.
Atop not the least bothered,
Looks completely happy to comprise;
The world hers at last deferred.
Out here the cities, mock their own waste.
Whilst two girls take photos of a
Homeless drunk drooling abase
These girls laughing, at the screenplay...
Wear on the same gargoyle face.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Sonnet 37: My Mouth Doth Water
My mouth doth water, and my breast doth swell,
My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labor be:
Listen then, lordings, with good ear to me,
For of my life I must a riddle tell.
Toward Aurora's court a nymph doth dwell,
Rich in all beauties which man's eye can see:
Beauties so far from reach of words, that we
Abase her praise, saying she doth excel:
Rich in the treasure of deserv'd renown,
Rich in the riches of a royal heart,
Rich in those gifts which give th'eternal crown;
Who though most rich in these and every part,
Which make the patents of true worldly bliss,
Hath no misfortune, but that Rich she is.
poem by Philip Sidney
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Ab astris
I saw the stars swept through ethereal space,
Stars, suns, and systems in infinity,---
Our earth an atom in the shoreless sea,
Where each had its appointed path and place:
And I was lost in my own nothingness.
But then I said, Dost thou not know that He
Who guides these orbs through trackless space guides thee?
No longer groveling thus, thyself abase,
For in this vast, harmonious, perfect whole,
In infinite progression moving on,
Thou hast thy place, immortal human soul,
Thy place and part not less than star and sun;
Then with this grand procession fall in line,
This rhythmic march led on by power divine.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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