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Page 183 - As the appearance of the bow that is in the cloud in the day of rain, so was the appearance of the brightness round about. This was the appearance of the likeness of the glory of the Lord.
Page 184 - By four cherubic shapes ; four faces each Had wondrous ; as with stars their bodies all, And wings, were set with eyes, with eyes the wheels Of beryl, and careering fires between ; Over their heads a crystal firmament, Whereon a sapphire throne, inlaid with pure Amber, and colours of the showery arch.
Page 219 - Noble madam, Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.
Page 64 - With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art, In listening mood, she seemed to stand The guardian Naiad of the strand.
Page 183 - He bowed the heavens also, and came down : and darkness was under His feet. And He rode upon a cherub, and did fly : yea, He did fly upon the wings of the wind.
Page 86 - And it's oh! dear! what can the matter be? Dear! dear! what can the matter be?
Page 183 - And I saw as the colour of amber, as the appearance of fire round about within it, from the appearance of his loins even upward, and from the appearance of his loins even downward, \ saw as it were the appearance of fire, and it had brightness round about.
Page 14 - I love thee, Twilight ! as thy shadows roll, The calm of evening steals upon my soul. Sublimely tender, solemnly serene. Still as the hour, enchanting as the scene. I love thee. Twilight ! for thy gleams impart Their dear, their dying influence to my heart, When o'er the harp of thought thy passing wind Awakens all the music of the mind, And Joy and Sorrow, as the spirit burns. And Hope and Memory sweep the chords by turns, While Contemplation, on seraphic wings.