A Furnace of Earth

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Bobbs-Merrill, 1900 - American fiction - 224 pages
 

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Page 105 - My beloved is white and ruddy, The chiefest among ten thousand. His head is as the most fine gold, His locks are bushy, and black as a raven. .His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers ot waters, Washed with milk, and fitly set.
Page 35 - Therefore brethren, we are debtors, not to the flesh to live after the flesh, for if ye live after the flesh ye shall die; but if ye through the spirit do mortify the deeds of the body, ye shall live.
Page 31 - For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace. Because the carnal mind is enmity against God: for it is not subject to the law of God, neither indeed can be. So then they that are in the flesh cannot please God.
Page 65 - Not for this only do I love thee, but Because Infinity upon thee broods ; And thou art full of whispers and of shadows. Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say So long, and yearned up the cliffs to tell; sleep.
Page 30 - For they that are after the flesh do mind the things of the flesh ; but they that are after the Spirit the things of the Spirit For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually minded is life and peace.
Page 105 - My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, The rain is over and gone ; The flowers appear on the earth ; The time of the singing of birds is come, And the voice of the turtle is heard in our land ; The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, And the vines with the tender grape give a good smell.
Page 105 - I will rise now, and go about the city in the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth: I sought him, but I found him not.
Page 65 - I love thee then Not only for thy body packed with sweet Of all this world, that cup of brimming June, That jar of violet wine set in the air, That palest rose sweet in the night of life; Nor for that stirring bosom all besieged By drowsing lovers, or thy perilous hair; Nor for that face that might indeed provoke Invasion of old cities; no, nor all Thy freshness stealing on me like strange sleep. Not for this only do I love thee, but Because Infinity upon thee broods; And thou art full of whispers...
Page 66 - And thou art full of whispers and of shadows. Thou meanest what the sea has striven to say So long, and yearned up the cliffs to tell ; Thou art what all the winds have uttered not, What the still night suggesteth to the heart. Thy voice is like to music heard ere birth, Some spirit lute touched on a spirit sea; Thy face remembered is from other worlds, It has been died for, though I know not when, It has been sung of, though I know not where. It has the strangeness of the luring West, And of sad...
Page 105 - And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom : to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen. 19 Salute Prisca and Aquila," and the household of Onesiphorus.* ^Erastus abode at Corinth : but Trophimus have I left at Miletum sick.

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