god (n.)
- afflatus
- biosphere
- bolt
- clash
- conception
- conflict
- contention
- deep
- deity
- demigod
- discord
- discordance
- disharmony
- divinity
- enmity
- faun
- fireball
- friction
- fulmination
- genius
- geography
- geosphere
- globe
- goddess
- hero
- heroine
- idol
- immortal
- incompatibility
- inharmoniousness
- inspiration
- jangle
- jar
- kelpie
- lightning
- mermaid
- merman
- mischief
- muse
- naiad
- nix
- numen
- paniscus
- phoenix
- poesy
- power
- rub
- satyr
- seaman
- silenus
- siren
- spirit
- tension
- thunder
- thunderbolt
- thunderclap
- thunderstorm
- undine
- unpleasantness
- vale
- world
god (adj.)
If God were not a necessary Being of himself, he might almost seem to be made for the use and benefit of men.
A zeal of God, but not according to knowledge.
Say first, of God above or man below,
What can we reason but from what we know?
A God all mercy is a God unjust.
God Almighty first planted a garden.
His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
And they were canopied by the blue sky,
So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful
That God alone was to be seen in heaven.
They also say that God is an animal immortal, rational, perfect, and intellectual in his happiness, unsusceptible of any kind of evil, having a foreknowledge of the universe and of all that is in the universe; however, that he has not the figure of a man; and that he is the creator of the universe, and as it were the Father of all things in common, and that a portion of him pervades everything.
By night an atheist half believes a God.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
Ye cannot serve God and Mammon.
The world's a theatre, the earth a stage
Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
Strike—for your altars and your fires!
Strike—for the green graves of your sires!
God, and your native land!
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers,
And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face,
A gauntlet with a gift in 't.
A weapon that comes down as still
As snowflakes fall upon the sod;
But executes a freeman's will,
As lightning does the will of God;
And from its force nor doors nor locks
Can shield you,—'t is the ballot-box.
With ravish'd ears
The monarch hears;
Assumes the god,
Affects to nod,
And seems to shake the spheres.
The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath. It is twice blest:
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes.
'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway,
It is enthroned in the hearts of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God's,
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That in the course of justice none of us
Should see salvation: we do pray for mercy;
And that same prayer doth teach us all to render
The deeds of mercy.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
Pan himself,
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
If God be for us, who can be against us.
We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths;
In feelings, not in figures on a dial.
We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives
Who thinks most, feels the noblest, acts the best.
Life's but a means unto an end; that end
Beginning, mean, and end to all things,—God.
God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender!
God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,—
God bless us all!—that's quite another thing.
God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender!
God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,—
God bless us all!—that's quite another thing.
God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender!
God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender!
But who pretender is, or who is king,—
God bless us all!—that's quite another thing.
No further seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode
(There they alike in trembling hope repose),
The bosom of his Father and his God.
Of Law there can be no less acknowledged than that her seat is the bosom of God, her voice the harmony of the world. All things in heaven and earth do her homage,—the very least as feeling her care, and the greatest as not exempted from her power.
Who builds a church to God and not to fame,
Will never mark the marble with his name.
Built God a church, and laugh'd his word to scorn.
The Stoics also teach that God is unity, and that he is called Mind and Fate and Jupiter, and by many other names besides.
Calm on the bosom of thy God,
Fair spirit, rest thee now!
The conscious water saw its God and blushed.
A god could hardly love and be wise.
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description.
Enflamed with the study of learning and the admiration of virtue; stirred up with high hopes of living to be brave men and worthy patriots, dear to God, and famous to all ages.
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.
Man proposes, but God disposes.
A day in thy courts is better than a thousand. I had rather be a door-keeper in the house of my God than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
As dreadful as the Manichean god,
Adored through fear, strong only to destroy.
Cleanness of body was ever deemed to proceed from a due reverence to God.
Wherever God erects a house of prayer,
The Devil always builds a chapel there;
And 't will be found, upon examination,
The latter has the largest congregation.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,—
The eternal years of God are hers;
But Error, wounded, writhes with pain,
And dies among his worshippers.
Look here, upon this picture, and on this,
The counterfeit presentment of two brothers.
See, what a grace was seated on this brow:
Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself;
An eye like Mars, to threaten and command;
A station like the herald Mercury
New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,—
A combination and a form indeed,
Where every god did seem to set his seal,
To give the world assurance of a man.
An excellent angler, and now with God.
It is common for those that are farthest from God, to boast themselves most of their being near to the Church.
Or if Sion hill
Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook, that flow'd
Fast by the oracle of God.
It is said that God is always on the side of the heaviest battalions.
Fear of God before their eyes.
One that feared God and eschewed evil.
God Almighty first planted a garden.
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.
Of what I call God,
And fools call Nature.
God forbid.
Ay, call it holy ground,
The soil where first they trod:
They have left unstained what there they found,—
Freedom to worship God.
From thee, great God, we spring, to thee we tend,—
Path, motive, guide, original, and end.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!
The old order changeth, yielding place to new;
And God fulfils himself in many ways,
Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
The neer to the church, the further from God.
I have planted, Apollos watered; but God gave the increase.
Live while you live, the epicure would say,
And seize the pleasures of the present day;
Live while you live, the sacred preacher cries,
And give to God each moment as it flies.
Lord, in my views, let both united be:
I live in pleasure when I live to thee.
God gives us love. Something to love
He lends us; but when love is grown
To ripeness, that on which it throve
Falls off, and love is left alone.
Some must be great. Great offices will have
Great talents. And God gives to every man
The virtue, temper, understanding, taste,
That lifts him into life, and lets him fall
Just in the niche he was ordain'd to fill.
To a close-shorn sheep God gives wind by measure.
I am glad that he thanks God for anything.
In this awfully stupendous manner, at which Reason stands aghast, and Faith herself is half confounded, was the grace of God to man at length manifested.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal
I served my king, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
One of the sophisms of Chrysippus was, "If you have not lost a thing, you have it."
God had sifted three kingdoms to find the wheat for this planting.
Where God hath a temple, the Devil will have a chapel.
If God be for us, who can be against us.
God hath made man upright; but they have sought out many inventions.
Let dogs delight to bark and bite,
For God hath made them so;
Let bears and lions growl and fight,
For 't is their nature too.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork.
Help thyself, and God will help thee.
God helps them that help themselves.
God helps those who help themselves.
When Israel, of the Lord belov'd,
Out of the land of bondage came,
Her fathers' God before her mov'd,
An awful guide in smoke and flame.
So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
I give the fight up: let there be an end,
A privacy, an obscure nook for me.
I want to be forgotten even by God.
But our captain counts the image of God—nevertheless his image—cut in ebony as if done in ivory, and in the blackest Moors he sees the representation of the King of Heaven.
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.
It is the modest, not the presumptuous, inquirer who makes a real and safe progress in the discovery of divine truths. One follows Nature and Nature's God; that is, he follows God in his works and in his word.
For what are they all in their high conceit,
When man in the bush with God may meet?
For right is right, since God is God,
And right the day must win;
To doubt would be disloyalty,
To falter would be sin.
God's in his heaven:
All's right with the world.
God, from a beautiful necessity, is Love.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear,
The upward glancing of an eye
When none but God is near.
God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation!
Then conquer we must when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto, "In God is our trust!"
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
But Chrysippus, Posidonius, Zeno, and Boëthus say, that all things are produced by fate. And fate is a connected cause of existing things, or the reason according to which the world is regulated.
God is the perfect poet,
Who in his person acts his own creations.
The Stoics also teach that God is unity, and that he is called Mind and Fate and Jupiter, and by many other names besides.
Just are the ways of God,
And justifiable to men;
Unless there be who think not God at all.
What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support,
That to the height of this great argument
I may assert eternal Providence,
And justify the ways of God to men.
He wales a portion with judicious care;
And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.
That we devote ourselves to God, is seen
In living just as though no God there were.
God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear,
To give sign we and they are his children, one family here.
God, made him, and therefore let him pass for a man.
God made the country, and man made the town.
Henceforth the majesty of God revere;
Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.
And the cold marble leapt to life a god.
'T is heaven alone that is given away;
'T is only God may be had for the asking.
A mighty fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper He amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small;
Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his footsteps in the sea
And rides upon the storm.
My God, my Father, and my Friend,
Do not forsake me at my end.
Nature is the art of God.
The course of Nature is the art of God.
If there were no God, it would be necessary to invent him.
Be sure that God
Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart.
God never sends th' mouth but he sendeth meat.
Fear not, then, thou child infirm;
There's no god dare wrong a worm.
A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,
That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:
Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,
"An honest man's the noblest work of God."
Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God.
The god of my idolatry.
Have hung
My dank and dropping weeds
To the stern god of sea.
Nail to the mast her holy flag,
Set every threadbare sail,
And give her to the god of storms,
The lightning and the gale!
The laws are with us, and God on our side.
It is said that God is always on the side of the heaviest battalions.
One God, one law, one element,
And one far-off divine event
To which the whole creation moves.
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
One that feared God and eschewed evil.
A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God.
For contemplation he and valour form'd,
For softness she and sweet attractive grace;
He for God only, she for God in him.
His fair large front and eye sublime declar'd
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering, but not beneath his shoulders broad.
So over violent, or over civil,
That every man with him was God or Devil.
As Meander says, "For our mind is God;" and as Heraclitus, "Man's genius is a deity."
Pan himself,
The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!
Remote from man, with God he passed the days;
Prayer all his business, all his pleasure praise.
The powers that be are ordained of God.
Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry.
There is no better motto which it [culture] can have than these words of Bishop Wilson, "To make reason and the will of God prevail."
Henceforth the majesty of God revere;
Fear Him, and you have nothing else to fear.
A little round, fat, oily man of God.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,—
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
God save our gracious king!
Long live our noble king!
God save the king!
You shall not pile, with servile toil,
Your monuments upon my breast,
Nor yet within the common soil
Lay down the wreck of power to rest,
Where man can boast that he has trod
On him that was "the scourge of God."
It is yet a higher speech of his than the other, "It is true greatness to have in one the frailty of a man and the security of a god."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
For other things mild Heav'n a time ordains,
And disapproves that care, though wise in show,
That with superfluous burden loads the day,
And when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,—what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
God sendeth and giveth both mouth and the meat.
Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought
The better fight.
All service ranks the same with God,—
With God, whose puppets, best and worst,
Are we: there is no last nor first.
Even such is time, that takes in trust
Our youth, our joys, our all we have,
And pays us but with age and dust;
Who in the dark and silent grave,
When we have wandered all our ways,
Shuts up the story of our days.
But from this earth, this grave, this dust,
My God shall raise me up, I trust!
God sifted a whole nation that he might send choice grain over into this wilderness.
So nigh is grandeur to our dust,
So near is God to man,
When Duty whispers low, Thou must,
The youth replies, I can!
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
No, the heart that has truly lov'd never forgets,
But as truly loves on to the close;
As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
The same look which she turn'd when he rose.
The worst speak something good; if all want sense,
God takes a text, and preacheth Pa-ti-ence.
No sooner is a temple built to God, but the Devil builds a chapel hard by.
God tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
All are but parts of one stupendous whole,
Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.
To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be honour, praise, and glory given
By all on earth, and all in heaven.
These as they change, Almighty Father! these
Are but the varied God. The rolling year
Is full of Thee.
The great world's altar-stairs,
That slope through darkness up to God.
Whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God.
A charge to keep I have,
A God to glorify;
A never dying soul to save,
And fit it for the sky.
For those whom God to ruin has design'd,
He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.
Ez fer war, I call it murder,—
There you hev it plain an' flat;
I don't want to go no furder
Than my Testyment fer that.
. . . . .
An' you 've gut to git up airly
Ef you want to take in God.
Slave to no sect, who takes no private road,
But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.
And not from Nature up to Nature's God,
But down from Nature's God look Nature through.
Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies,
And catch the manners living as they rise;
Laugh where we must, be candid where we can,
But vindicate the ways of God to man.
It may well wait a century for a reader, as God has waited six thousand years for an observer.
Whene'er I take my walks abroad,
How many poor I see!
What shall I render to my God
For all his gifts to me?
Statesman, yet friend to truth! of soul sincere,
In action faithful, and in honour clear;
Who broke no promise, serv'd no private end,
Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend.
The God who gave us life, gave us liberty at the same time.
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The soul that rises with us, our life's star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar.
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory, do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy.
Whose God is their belly, and whose glory is in their shame.
Help thyself, and God will help thee.
Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill?
Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill?
A zeal of God, but not according to knowledge.
Profan'd the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
