"Ministrant" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Mahodaya(238) refused alone. And now, O Chief of hermits, hear What answer, chilling us with fear, Vasishtha's hundred sons returned, Thick-speaking as with rage they burned: "How will the Gods and saints partake The offerings that the prince would make, And he a vile and outcast thing, His ministrant one born a king? Can we, great Brahmans, eat his food, And think to win beatitude, By Visvamitra purified?" Thus sire and sons in scorn replied, And as these bitter words they said, Wild ...
— The Ramayana • VALMIKI
... them whisper in the balsam's ear That sets it blushing, or the hollyhock's,— A syllabled silence that no man may hear,— As dreamily upon its stem it rocks? What spell dost bear from listening plant to plant, Like some white witch, some ghostly ministrant, Some specter of some ...
— Poems • Madison Cawein
... from terror's night, Harmless flies the dart by day; In the darkness or the light Wasting death shall flee away. Sees he, falling in their pride, Twice five thousand wicked men; But destruction's wrathful tide Shall not touch his garments then. Angels, ministrant, shall fly From their dazzling upper zones, Charged by heaven's Majesty Him to keep from crushing stones. On the lion, bold and dread, Seeking ever to devour, And the hissing serpent's head, He shall tread with victor's pow'r. God will ...
— The Kentucky Ranger • Edward T. Curnick
... much is overclear, Immortal Ministrant to many lands, From whose ice-altars flow to fainting sands Rivers that each libation poured expands. Too much is known, O Ganges-giving sire! Thy people fathom life and find it dire, Thy people fathom death, and, in it, fire ...
— The Little Book of Modern Verse • Jessie B. Rittenhouse
... had right? And who withholds my power that right to use? 380 Shall I receive by gift what of my own, When and where likes me best, I can command? I can at will, doubt not, as soon as thou, Command a table in this wilderness, And call swift flights of Angels ministrant, Arrayed in glory, on my cup to attend: Why shouldst thou, then, obtrude this diligence In vain, where no acceptance it can find? And with my hunger what hast thou to do? Thy pompous delicacies I contemn, 390 And count thy specious ...
— Paradise Regained • John Milton |
