Well, Death; and say the pangs of Tophet too, and all that the Devil and Man may, will or can do against thee!
"Sartor Resartus, and On Heroes, Hero-Worship, and the Heroic in History" by Thomas Carlyle
They're here today and gone tomorrow, cursing Kansas as they go, slandering it, branding it as the Tophet of the earth.
"Trail's End" by George W. Ogden
With the choking dust and scalding glare of the sun, the whole scene might have been an anteroom to Tophet.
"The Continental Monthly, Vol 6, No 5, November 1864" by Various
Sixteenths of her are scattered from tophet to Tar Hollow!
"Blow The Man Down" by Holman Day
I would as soon camp for ever on the lee side of Tophet.
"A Tramp's Notebook" by Morley Roberts
It is a Tophet reserved for those who are not good enough for hell.
"The Joyous Adventures of Aristide Pujol" by William J. Locke
The Gate of Tophet had opened and Something had crept out upon the world; it was for him to cast It back into the Pit!
"The Orchard of Tears" by Sax Rohmer
And they have built the high places of Tophet, .
"The Doctrines of Predestination, Reprobation, and Election" by Robert Wallace
If it was me I'd buy my ticket to Tophet direct and save time and money.
"The Boy Scouts Book of Stories" by Various
The place was smotheringly hot, and below, the firemen were asleep, so used to it that they would have slumbered in tophet itself.
"Up the Forked River" by Edward Sylvester Ellis
Ye wee minor prophet,
It's 'maist my belief
'At I'm doon in Tophet,
And you abune grief!
"The Laverock" by George MacDonald
Smoking, smouldering Tophets
Steaming hopeless plaints!
Dreary, mole-eyed prophets!
Mean, skin-pledging saints!
"False Prophets" by George MacDonald
The sleepy sinner little thinks
What sorrows will abound
Within him, when upon the brinks
Of Tophet he is found.
"Of Hell And The Estate of Those Who Perish" by John Bunyan
In Tophet of the dam'd's resort
Thy soul shall never dwell,
Nor needs from thence imagine hurt,
Thy Husband formed hell.
"The Believer's Jointure : Chapter II." by Ralph Erskine
I see the Fiend himself take pains
To bind me with the strongest chains;
And, when my hands and feet are fast,
I see my soul to Tophet cast!
"The Unhappy State Of The Ungodly, After Death" by Rees Prichard
Death I've deserv'd, and Tophet's scenes of woe —
Deserv'd the doom, hypocrisy shall know —
Yet give me not, O God! what I've deserv'd,
But by Christ's merits let me be preserv'd.
"An Earnest Prayer For Pardon Of Sins" by Rees Prichard