| Author |
Quotes |
| Algernon Charles Swinburne | Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; The world has grown gray from thy breath; We have drunken from things Lethean, And fed on the fullness of death |
| Bible | And Jesus saith unto him, The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. |
| Bishop Beilby Porteus | But chiefly Thou, Whom soft-eyed Pity once led down from Heaven To bleed for man, to teach him how to live, And, oh! still harder lesson! how to die. |
| Catesby Paget | Near, so very near to God, Nearer I cannot be; For in the person of his Son I am as near as he. So dear, so very dear to God, More dear I cannot be; The love wherewith he loves the Son - Such is his love to me. |
| Catesby Paget | Christ beside me, Christ before me, Christ behind me, Christ within me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me. |
| Edmund Spenser | And on his brest a bloodie crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore. |
| Edmund Waller | His love at once and dread instruct our thought; As man He suffer'd and as God He taught. |
| George Herbert | Who did leave His Father's throne, To assume thy flesh and bone? Had He life, or had He none? If he had not liv'd for thee, Thou hadst died most wretchedly And two deaths had been thy fee. |
| George MacDonald | God never gave man a thing to do concerning which it were irreverent to ponder how the Son of God would have done it. |
| John Milton | The Pilot of the Galilean Lake. |
| Maurice Francis Egan | A pagan heart, a Christian soul had he. He followed Christ, yet for dead Pan he sighed, As if Theocritus in Sicily Had come upon the Figure crucified, And lost his gods in deep, Christ-given rest. |
| Michael Bruce | In every pang that rends the heart The Man of Sorrows had a part. |
| Mrs Cecil Frances Alexander | There is a green hill far away, Without a city wall, Where the dear Lord was crucified Who died to save us all. |
| Oliver Goldsmith | Every pang that rends the heart. |
| Richard Watson Gilder | Fra Lippo, we have learned from thee A lesson of humanity: To every mother's heart forlorn, In every house the Christ is born. |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge | Lovely was the death Of Him whose life was Love! Holy with power, He on the thought-benighted Skeptic beamed Manifest Godhead. |
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