What a new terror they would have added to the name of the scourge of God!
"Democracy An American Novel" by Henry Adams
The people had such dread of him that he was called the "Scourge of God" and the "Fear of the World.
"Famous Men of the Middle Ages" by John H. Haaren
She had chosen to stand up and take the scourge of God; after which the stones cast by men are not painful.
"Rhoda Fleming, Complete" by George Meredith
The Mahdi proclaimed a holy war against the foreigners, alike the enemies of God and the scourge of men.
"The River War" by Winston S. Churchill
For who knows that God did not wish to destroy by such a scourge the ancient evils of His people?
"St. Bernard of Clairvaux's Life of St. Malachy of Armagh" by H. J. Lawlor
The Gods sure let thee loose to scourge mankind, And save them from an endless waste of thunder.
"The Prince of Parthia" by Thomas Godfrey
Truly, of our pleasant vices, the gods make whips to scourge us.
"The Works of Robert Louis Stevenson - Swanston Edition Vol. 3 (of 25)" by Robert Louis Stevenson
Perhaps these torrents are only the scourges which the justice of God waves over a lawless land.
"The Progressionists, and Angela." by Conrad von Bolanden
Scourges of God, 28, 33.
"The Life of Yakoob Beg" by Demetrius Boulger
Where the scourge of God and the plague of mankind is gone, no one can guess.
"Familiar Letters of John Adams and His Wife Abigail Adams During the Revolution" by John Adams
Voice of a great wind, of wild ocean surges,
Storming the gates of Heaven,
The people of God singing under the scourges
Wherewith they are healed and shriven.
"The Great Sorrow" by Katharine Tynan
Long must he mourn, and long be his scourging,
(Long will the day-god aloof frown cold),
Long will earth listen the rue of his dirging--
Till the dark beads of his days are told.
"The Atoner" by Cale Young Rice
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
Scourge us as Thou wilt, oh Lord God of Hosts;
Deal with us, Lord, according to our transgressions;
But give us Victory!
Victory, victory! oh, Lord, victory!
Oh, Lord, victory! Lord, Lord, victory!
"In War-Time A Psalm Of The Heart" by Sydney Thompson Dobell
Never, surely, was holier man
Than Ambrose, since the world began;
With diet spare and raiment thin
He shielded himself from the father of sin;
With bed of iron and scourgings oft,
His heart to God's hand as wax made soft.
"Ambrose" by James Russell Lowell