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Page 90 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the Lord went out and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand : and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Page 21 - All this is come upon us ; yet have we not forgotten thee, neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.
Page 96 - Awake, awake, Deborah: awake, awake, utter a song: arise, Barak, and lead thy captivity captive, thou son of Abinoam.
Page 129 - And ye shall overthrow their altars, and break their pillars, and burn their groves with fire; and ye shall hew down the graven images of their gods, and destroy the names of them out of that place.
Page 90 - HEAR ye this, O house of Jacob, which are called by the name of Israel, and are come forth out of the waters of Judah, which swear by the name of the LORD, and make mention of the God of Israel, but not in truth, nor in righteousness.
Page i - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 215 - Immediately under its concave stand two sarcophagi, made of a very dark wood, carved with great intricacy of pattern and richness of twisted ornament, with a line of inscription in Hebrew running round the upper ledge of each.
Page 125 - IT is the tender twilight hour, when maidens in their lonely bower, sigh softer than the eve ! The languid rose her head upraises, and listens to the nightingale, while his wild and thrilling praises, from his trembling bosom gush : the languid rose her head upraises, and listens with a blush. In the clear and rosy air, sparkling with a single star, the sharp and spiry cypress-tree rises like a gloomy thought, amid the flow of revelry. A...
Page 91 - But there shall the wild beasts of the deserts lodge ; And howling monsters shall fill their houses : And there shall the daughters of the ostrich dwell ; And there shall the satyrs hold their revels. 22 And wolves shall howl to one another in their palaces; And dragons in their voluptuous pavilions.