What a new terror they would have added to the name of the scourge of God!
"Democracy An American Novel" by Henry Adams
Israel relapsed into idolatry, and God punished them with the scourge of war.
"Female Scripture Biographies, Vol. I" by Francis Augustus Cox
In our work females are the scourge of God!
"The Lady With The Dog and Other Stories" by Anton Chekhov
The modern Attila might be known, as his predecessor was known, as the scourge of God.
"New York Times Current History: The European War from the Beginning to March 1915, Vol 1, No. 2" by Various
Woman, the most perfect of all God's work, why do you not scourge society of scandal mongers, of snobs?
"Bohemian Society" by Lydia Leavitt
God knows you have borne the scourge of others bravely enough.
"Joyce of the North Woods" by Harriet T. Comstock
Evil has its limit; the Scourge of God had accomplished His mission.
"Historical Sketches, Volume I (of 3)" by John Henry Newman
Sumner was the scourge of God, the conscience of the state incarnate.
"Masterpieces of Negro Eloquence" by Various
Was he chosen for the scourge of God?
"The Nebuly Coat" by John Meade Falkner
Slavery, Polygamy, Famine, and Plague were once universal scourges and accepted as the mysterious ways of God.
"The Root of Evil" by Thomas Dixon
Prophet of God, arise and take
With thee the words of wrath divine,
The scourge of Heaven, to shake
O'er yon apostate shrine.
"Eight Sunday After Trinity" by John Keble
The scourgings of a God whose justice
And fearful judgments move apace,
And faithful ever in their office
To vindicate an injured race.
"Admonition" by James Madison Bell
East and west went my soul to find
Light, and the world was bare and blind
And the soil herbless where she trod
And saw men laughing scourge mankind,
Unsmitten by the rod
Of any God.
"On The Downs" by Algernon Charles Swinburne
But the Gods of your fashion
That take and that give,
In their pity and passion
That scourge and forgive,
They are worms that are bred in the bark that falls off; they shall die and not live.
"Hertha" by Algernon Charles Swinburne
God let me fall from His hand
One day at His forge when the elemental world
Was shaping. I am but a breath from His great bellows,
But here among the workshops of mankind
I am a fateful scourge.
"The Tornado" by Charles Hamilton Musgrove
"Is it the dim and glossy hue
"That marks him for despair?—
"While men with blood their hands embrue,
"And mock the wretch's pray'r?
"Shall guiltless Slaves the Scourge of tyrants feel,
"And, e'en before their GOD ! unheard, unpitied kneel.
"The Negro Girl" by Mary Darby Robinson