Quotes
Quotes about Hell
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
The hell of waters! where they howl and hiss,
And boil in endless torture.
There is not a fiercer hell than the failure in a great object.
Ha! see where the wild-blazing Grog-shop appears,
As the red waves of wretchedness swell;
How it burns on the edge of tempestuous years--
The horrible Light-house of Hell!
Happy is the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame--to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell.
The compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them.
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Into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth of hell
Rode the six hundred.
Hold thou the good; define it well;
For fear divine Philosophy
Should push beyond her mark, and be
Procuress to the Lords of Hell.
I follow up the quest
Despite of Day and Night and Death and Hell.
For men at most differ as heaven and earth,
But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
The shell must break before the bird can fly.
Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
How strange it seems, and new!
Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
Ante-room of Hell.
You might have deemed our long gun-deck
Two hundred feet of hell.
We have two lives about us,
Two worlds in which we dwell,
Within us and without us,
Alternate Heaven and Hell:--
Without, the somber Real,
Within, our hearts of hearts, the beautiful Ideal.
Gather a shell from the strewn beach
And listen at its lips:they sigh
The same desire and mystery,
The echo of the whole sea's speech.
I send thee a shell from the ocean-beach;
But listen thou well, for my shell hath speech.
Hold to thine ear
And plain thou'lt hear
Tales of ships.
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time with a gift of tears,
Grief with a glass that ran,
Pleasure with pain for leaven,
Summer with flowers that fell,
Remembrance fallen from heaven,
And Madness risen from hell,
Strength without hands to smite,
Love that endures for a breath;
Night, the shadow of light,
And Life, the shadow of death.
A baby's feet, like sea-shells pink
Might tempt, should heaven see meet,
An angel's lips to kiss, we think,
A baby's feet.
The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood
On dusty shelves, when held against the ear
Proclaims its stormy parent, and we hear
The faint, far murmur of the breaking flood.
We hear the sea.The Sea? It is the blood
In our own veins, impetuous and near.
To appreciate heaven well
'T is good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
A lifetime of happiness! No man alive could bear it: it would be hell on earth.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and paradise!
'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell,
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest,
And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
