Incense

"Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?"

"And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer it with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne.And the smoke of the incense, which came with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel’s hand.And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast it into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake."

"There were myrrh and cassia with frankincense smoking;"

"Come, Cnidian, Paphian Venus, come, Thy well-beloved Cyprus spurn, Haste, where for thee in Glycera's home Sweet odours burn."

"Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense."

"For Adoration, incense comes From bezoar, and Arabian gums,"

"And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossom’d many an incense-bearing tree;"

"Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem’d taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin’s picture, while his prayer he saith."

"No voice, no lute, no pipe, no incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; ..."

"O blest unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian there!"

"Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear’d with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: such balsam falls Down sea-side mountain pedestals, From tree-tops where tired winds are fain, Spent with the vast and howling main, To treasure half their island-gain.And strew faint sweetness from some old Egyptian’s fine worm-eaten shroud Which breaks to dust when once unroll’d; Or shredded perfume, like a cloud From closet long to quiet vow’d, With moth’d and dropping arras hung, Mouldering her lute and books among, As when a queen, long dead, was young."

"A censer’s swing-chain set in her fair hands Dances up wreaths of intertwisted blue In clouds of fragrant frankincense and myrrh."

"For the tune from thine altar hath sounded Since God bade the world's work begin, And the fume of thine incense abounded, To sweeten the sin."

"And her hair fell about her in a dim clinging mist, Like smoke from a golden incense burned in Paradise."

"No prayers or incense rose up in those hours Which grew to be years, and every day came mute Ghosts from the ovens, sifting through crisp air, And settled upon his eyes in a black soot."