"Sackcloth" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... distinction, to repent and love one another. His words were a cry of the heart, an appeal to the consciences of all his fellow-citizens, almost recalling the passionate utterances of the prophets of Israel. Like those witnesses for Jehovah the "little poor man" of Assisi had put on sackcloth and ashes to denounce the iniquities of his people, like theirs was his courage and heroism, like theirs the divine ...
— Life of St. Francis of Assisi • Paul Sabatier
... knew death awaited her there; and, if Grandfather had been correctly informed, an incident had then taken place which connects her with our story. This Mary Dyer had entered the mint-master's dwelling, clothed in sackcloth and ashes, and seated herself in our great chair with a sort of dignity and state. Then she proceeded to deliver what she called a message from Heaven, but in the midst of it they dragged her ...
— Grandfather's Chair • Nathaniel Hawthorne
... expired and past, This city Nineveh shall be laid waste. Then did the Ninevites with one accord, Believe this was the message of the Lord; And did proclaim a fast, and every one, From greatest to the least, put sackcloth on: For to the king this news was quickly flown, And he arose, and came down from his throne, And having laid aside his robes of state, He put on sackcloth, and in ashes sate: And issuing out his royal proclamation, And ...
— The Works of John Bunyan • John Bunyan
... the sea, They shall come down from their ships, they shall stand upon the land, And shall cause their voice to be heard over thee, and shall cry bitterly, And shall cast up dust upon their heads, and wallow in the ashes; And they shall make themselves bald for thee, and gird them with sackcloth, And they shall weep for thee in bitterness of soul with bitter mourning. And in their wailing they shall take up a lamentation for thee, And lament over thee saying, Who is there like Tyre, Like her that is brought to silence in the midst of the sea? When thy wares went forth out ...
— History of Phoenicia • George Rawlinson
... die, and all that sort of thing; and for three days she was little better than a mad woman. At the end of that time, after the fashion of her people, she retired to her own room, covered herself with sackcloth and ashes, and remained hidden from all eyes for the space of a fortnight, weeping and wailing constantly and touching ...
— Cleek, the Master Detective • Thomas W. Hanshew
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