The Song of songs, arranged in twelve canticles and rendered into Engl. blank verse, by B.S. Clarke

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Benjamin Strettell Clarke
1881
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Page 15 - O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret places of the flairs, let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.
Page 14 - Come with me from Lebanon, my spouse, with me from Lebanon: look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions' dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
Page 20 - All thy garments smell of myrrh, and aloes, and cassia, out of the ivory palaces, whereby they have made thee glad.
Page 21 - Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillars of smoke, perfumed with myrrh and frankincense, with all powders of the merchant?
Page 21 - Because of the savour of thy good ointments thy name is as ointment poured forth, therefore do the virgins love thee.
Page 14 - Tis not the loss of love's assurance, It is not doubting what thou art, But 'tis the too, too long endurance Of absence, that afflicts my heart. The fondest thoughts two hearts can cherish, When each is lonely doom'd to weep, Are fruits on desert isles that perish, Or riches buried in the deep. What though, untouch'd by jealous madness, Our bosom's peace may fall to wreck ; Th...
Page 10 - The man indeed ought not to cover his head, because he is the image and glory of God ; but the woman is the glory of the man.
Page 14 - Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me : thy hair is as a flock of goats that appear from Gilead.
Page 60 - Set me as a seal Upon thy heart, yea, set me as a seal Upon thine arm ; for love is strong as death, And jealousy is cruel as the grave.
Page 21 - A bundle of myrrh is my wellbeloved unto me; he shall lie all night betwixt my breasts. My beloved is unto me as a cluster of camphire in the vineyards of En-gedi. Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold, thou art fair; thou hast doves

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