Ye realms, yet unrevealed to human sight,
Ye gods who rule the regions of the night.
Ye gliding ghosts permit me to relate
The mystic wonders of your silent state. [ Dryden ]
Dark the Night, with breath all flowers.
And tender broken voice that fills
With ravishment the listening hours, -
Liquid ripples, and soft ring-dove cooings
In low-toned rhythm that love's aching stills!
Dark the night
Yet is she bright.
For in her dark she brings the mystic star.
Trembling yet strong, as is the voice of love.
From some unknown afar. [ George Eliot ]
And evermore the waters worship God;
And bards and prophets tune their mystic lyres
While listening to the music of the waves! [ Mrs. Hale ]
Within a bony, labyrinthean cave,
Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave,
This sibyl, sweet, and mystic sense is found,
Muse, that presides over all the powers of sound. [ Abraham Coles ]
Oh, Love, how perfect is thy mystic art,
Strengthening the weak, and trampling on the strong! [ Byron ]
They are the heritage that glorious minds
Bequeath unto the world! — a glittering store
Of gems, more precious far than those he finds
Who searches miser's hidden treasures over.
They are the light, the guiding star of youth.
Leading his spirit to the realms of thought,
Pointing the way to Virtue, Knowledge, Truth,
And teaching lessons, with deep wisdom fraught.
They cast strange beauty round our earthly dreams,
And mystic brightness over our daily lot;
They lead the soul afar to fairy scenes,
Where the world's under visions enter not;
They're deathless and immortal — ages pass away,
Yet still they speak, instruct, inspire, amidst decay! [ Emeline S. Smith ]
Midnight, - strange mystic hour, - when the veil between the frail present and the eternal future grows thin. [ Mrs. Stowe ]
Mystic, deep as the world's centre, are the roots a man has struck into his native soil; no tree that grows is rooted so. [ Carlyle ]
To know; to get into the truth of anything, is ever a mystic act, of which the best logics can only babble on the surface. [ Carlyle ]
What is man but a symbol of God, and all that he does, if not symbolical, a revelation to sense of the mystic God-given force that is in him? [ Carlyle ]
Doubt is not itself a crime. All manner of doubt, inquiry about all manner of objects, dwells in every reasonable mind. It is the mystic working of the mind on the object it is getting to know about. [ Carlyle ]