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Page 514 - The hills melted like wax at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.
Page 147 - But know ye for certain, that if ye put me to death, ye shall surely bring innocent blood upon yourselves, and upon this city, and upon the inhabitants thereof: for of a truth the Lord hath sent me unto you to speak all these words in your ears.
Page 23 - And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Page 402 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Page 514 - 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 134 - The stillness seemed to be not of this world : — we paused, and kept silence to listen ; and no sound could be heard : the Scawfell Cataracts were voiceless to us ; and there was not an insect to hum in the air.
Page 689 - Against the mower's scythe. On every hand Thy villas shine. Thy country teems with wealth ; And property assures it to the swain, Pleased, and unwearied, in his guarded toil.
Page 689 - Summer's drought ; Unmatch'd thy guardian oaks ; thy valleys float With golden waves ; and on thy mountains flocks Bleat numberless ; while, roving round their sides, Bellow the blackening herds in lusty droves.