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Page 217 - And the LORD said unto Satan, Whence comest thou ? Then Satan answered the LORD, and said, From going to and fro in the earth, and from walking up and down in it.
Page 112 - I was tutored in a brighter faith. Our Syrians deem each lucid fount and stream, Forest and mountain, glade and bosky dell, Peopled with kind divinities, the friends Of man, a spiritual race allied To him by many sympathies, who seek His happiness, inspire him with gay thoughts, Cool with their waves, and fan him with their airs.
Page 133 - None knows his lineage, age, or name : his locks Are like the snows of Caucasus ; his eyes Beam with the wisdom of collected ages. In green unbroken years, he sees, 'tis said, The generations pass, like autumn fruits, Garnered, consumed, and springing fresh to life, Again to perish, while he views the sun, The seasons roll, in rapt serenity, And high communion with celestial powers.
Page 109 - How aromatic evening grows! The flowers And spicy shrubs exhale like onycha; Spikenard and henna emulate in sweets. Blest hour ! which He, who fashioned it so fair, So softly glowing, so contemplative, Hath set, and sanctified to look on man. And, lo ! the smoke of evening sacrifice Ascends from out the tabernacle. Heaven Accept the expiation, and forgive This day's offences ! — Ha ! the wonted strain, Precursor of his coining ! — Whence can this — It seems to flow from some unearthly hand...
Page 240 - Peace ! I'd not go if staying here would strew* His hoar hairs in the tomb — not stir, by heaven ! Must I toss counters ? sum the odds of life, When honor points the way ? — When was the blood Of Douglas precious in a noble cause ? Per.
Page 110 - How like my fancy ! When these strains precede Thy steps, as oft they do, I love to think Some gentle being who delights in us Is hovering near, and warns me of thy coming ; But they are dirge-like. Had. Youthful fantasy, Attuned to sadness, makes them seem so, lady.
Page 112 - With mild, benevolent, and sun-like radiance ; Pervading, warming, vivifying earth, As spirit does the body, till green herbs, And beauteous flowers, and branchy cedars rise ; And shooting stellar influence through her caves, Whence minerals and gems imbibe their lustre. Tarn. Dreams, Hadad, empty dreams.
Page 112 - Having enjoyed all pleasures here That Nature prompts, but chiefly blissful love, At death, the happy Syrian maiden deems Her immaterial flies into the fields, Or circumambient clouds, or crystal brooks, And dwells, a Deity, with those she worshipped ; Till time, or fate, return her in its course To quaff, once more, the cup of human joy. Tarn. But thou believ'st not this.
Page 113 - Sometimes revolts, because I think thy nature Shudders at him and yonder bloody rites. How dreadful ! when the world awakes to light. And life, and gladness, and the jocund tide Bounds in the veins of every happy creature, Morning is ushered by a murdered victim, Whose wasting members reek upon the air, Polluting the pure firmament ; the shades Of evening scent of death ; almost, the shrine...
Page 160 - tis held by righteous men That heaven intrusts us all to watching spirits, Who ward us from the Tempter. — This I deem Some intimation of an unseen danger. Tarn. But whence ? Nath. Time may reveal : meanwhile, I warn thee, Trust not thyself alone with Hadad. Tarn, Father, — J\'ui/t.