Therefore the elect shall go forth... to see the torments of the impious, seeing which they will not be grieved, but will be satiated with joy at the sight of the unutterable calamity of the impious.
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Anna, Thy Charms
Anna, thy charms my bosom fire,
And waste my soul with care;
But ah! how bootless to admire,
When fated to despair!
Yet in thy presence, lovely Fair,
To hope may be forgiven;
For sure 'twere impious to despair
So much in sight of heaven.
poem by Robert Burns
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For the impious act begets more after it, like to the parent stock.
The Pythagoreans degrade impious men into brutes and, if one is to believe Empedocles, even into plants.
quote by Giovanni Pico della Mirandola
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Prepare, Prepare
Prepare, prepare, new Guests draw near
And on the brink of Hell appear.
Kindle fresh Flame of Sulphur there.
Assemble all ye Fiends,
Wait for the dreadful ends
Of impious Men, who far excell
All th'Inhabitants of Hell.
Let 'em come, Let 'em come,
To an Eternal dreadful Doom,
Let 'em come, Let 'em come.
In Mischiefs they have all the Damn'd out-done;
Here they shall weep, and shall unpitty'd groan,
Here they shall howl, and make Eternal moan.
By Bloud and Lust they have deserv'd so well,
That they shall feel the hottest flames of Hell.
In vain they shall here their past mischiefs bewail,
In exquisite Torments that never shall fail.
Eternal Darkness they shall find,
And them Eternal chains shall bind
To infinite pain of Sense and Mind.
Let 'em come, Let 'em come,
To an Eternal dreadful Doom,
Let 'em come, Let 'em come.
poem by Thomas Shadwell
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Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, the post of honor is a private station.
quote by Joseph Addison
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Upon The Sacraments
Two sacraments I do believe there be,
Baptism and the Supper of the Lord;
Both mysteries divine, which do to me,
By God's appointment, benefit afford.
But shall they be my God, or shall I have
Of them so foul and impious a thought,
To think that from the curse they can me save?
Bread, wine, nor water, me no ransom bought.
poem by John Bunyan
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Fate is a monster.
Awardees are oft with out merit.
The impious have good health.
The fickle minded one gets wealth.
No rules are laid down for death.
Fortune is blind and karma limps.
Fate is the master, a monster.
20.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Bible Stories: Job (Chapter XXVII)
Job Speaks On:
The ways of God, I will reveal;
His dealings, I will not conceal;
Embittered has the Lord, my soul;
Yet, I won’t speak anything foul.
My lips shall speak only the truth;
My tongue shall not tell things uncouth;
I stand by what I say till death;
Injustice, I will not bequeath.
My heart reproaches not my days;
O let my foes have unjust ways;
Wickedness, I’m ready to face;
I’ll maintain my innocent gaze.
What can the impious expect,
When lying on the verge of death?
Will God hear his cry with respect,
When peril strikes before last breath?
Will impious for help ask God?
Will he implore upon the Lord?
Have you not seen the wicked talk?
Without their God, all life, they walk!
Although, he has children many,
The sword becomes their destiny;
His offspring shall not receive bread,
No one will bury them, when dead!
His silver-dust though be a mound,
And garments can the world confound,
The innocent, his wealth begets,
Enjoying clothes and all his debts.
His house like cobwebs disappears,
He lives forever with his fears;
All that he has is lost o’er-night;
He opens eyes but can’t see light!
The Tempest puts him off his base;
The storm sweeps him out of his place!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-8-2007
poem by John Celes
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Even though his stomach is satiated, his eye will not be satiated.
Fragment: Milton's Spirit
I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took
From life's green tree his Uranian lute;
And from his touch sweet thunder flowed, and shook
All human things built in contempt of man,--
And sanguine thrones and impious altars quaked,
Prisons and citadels...
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Death Is The Darkness I Do Not Wish To Know
DEATH IS THE DARKNESS I DO NOT WISH TO KNOW
Death is the Darkness I do not wish to know-
It is the painlessness I do not crave -
It is that impious interlude that mocks my soul
Between its two lives-
Death is that interval of silence
I will reluctantly pass through
On my way to a deeper holier Light.
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poem by Shalom Freedman
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He who sees the calamity of other people finds his own calamity light.
Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 12
An ill-humoured man is captive in the hands of a foe, from the grasp of whose punishment he cannot be delivered wherever he may go.
If from the hand of calamity an ill-natured man escapes into the sky
The evil disposition of his own nature retains him in calamity.
Stoneman In Heaven
The Seraphs came to Christ, and said: 'Behold!
The man, presumptuous and overbold,
Who boasted that his mercy could excel
Thine own, is dead and on his way to Hell.'
Gravely the Saviour asked: 'What did he do
To make his impious assertion true?'
'He was a Governor, releasing all
The vilest felons ever held in thrall.
No other mortal, since the dawn of time,
Has ever pardoned such a mass of crime!'
Christ smiled benignly on the Seraphim:
'Yet I am victor, for I pardon _him_.'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The Calamity (Chapter 101, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
What a calamity!
What is the calamity?
How could you understand what the calamity is!
On that day what a pity:
People will be scattered like scared insects
And mountains will be as windblown wool
And then whose good deeds are heavier
They will enjoy happy life forever
And whose weight of good deeds is less
Their home will be Habia abyss
And how can you understand what it is.
It is a burning fiery place.
poem by Asif Andalib
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The Third Epigram
On an ATHEIST.
Posthumus boasts he does not Thunder fear,
And for this cause would Innocent appear;
That in his Soul no Terrour he does feel,
At threatn'd Vultures, or Ixion's Wheel,
Which fright the Guilty: But when Fabius told
What Acts 'gainst Murder lately were enrol'd,
'Gainst Incest, Rapine,—straight upon the Tale
His Colour chang'd, and Posthumus grew pale.
His Impious Courage had no other Root,
But that the Villaine, Atheist was to boot.
poem by Anne Killigrew
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Rime 34
Love, do you know why your fair mother gave you
These arrows to your hands, and bound your eyes?
That you may shoot the first wound and break
The heart of this or any faithful lover;
And tied the blindfold, so you cannot see
The dreadful cruelty you have inflicted
So that it will not let you suffer pity,
Or even moderate your impious furor.
For, if you saw one of my dreadful wounds,
You would not be a god, but a wild beast,
Or it might make you tender, or less fierce
I would not wish you to come face to face
With the rays of my sun; my wound would seem,
Next to his greatness, small and even light.
poem by Gaspara Stampa
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Prose Poetics-12
A few were spinning
Around the deities
A few were meditating
More a few were waiting
For 'archana'
Wakeful like the goddess
I was watching though
There was a silent pricking
Of conscience inside me
As I was not praying
But that didn't matter
For justice was on my side
As I was actually filing
A case against the priest
In the court of the goddess
Performing archana with
Cut-naamaas mumbled
Ashtotharam was interrupted
As of a show even today by
Cleaning around the deity
Talking to the flower girl
Counting the coins
More then and then
Service or profession
This impious act?
poem by Indira Renganathan
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O all my labours scattered uselessly
O all my labours scattered uselessly
O, all my useless scattered sighs,
O loyalty, that never, O living fire,
Chilled or burned others so, if I see truly,
O paper marked, to be marked, in vain,
In praise of those loved and ardent eyes,
O those hopes ministering to desires,
That their worthiest prize should claim,
All, all, in a moment, gathered by the breeze,
Since I have heard my impious lord
With my own ears, himself speak free,
Saying when near that he thinks of me,
And yet in leaving, in an instant leaves,
Of all my love, his every memory.
poem by Gaspara Stampa
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The difference between a misfortune and a calamity is this: If Gladstone fell into the Thames, it would be a misfortune. But if someone dragged him out again, that would be a calamity.
quote by Benjamin Disraeli
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