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Page 396 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail, To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 10 - Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people, and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the Most Holy.
Page 312 - All flesh is not the same flesh; but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
Page 11 - Know therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah the Prince shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks : the street shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times.
Page 204 - But will God in very deed dwell with men on the earth? behold, heaven, and the heaven of heavens cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have builded!
Page 257 - YOUB horse is faint, my King — my Lord ! your gallant horse is sick — His limbs are torn, his breast is gored, on his eye the film is thick ; Mount, mount on mine, oh, mount apace, I pray thee, mount and fly ! Or in my arms I'll lift your grace — their trampling hoofs are nigh ! ' My King — my King ! you're wounded sore — the blood runs from your feet But only lay a hand before, and...
Page 436 - Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
Page 435 - But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.
Page 197 - Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham ; for a father of many nations have I made thee.