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Página lxxxvii - It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth, and the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers; that stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain, and spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in: that bringeth the princes to nothing; he maketh the judges of the earth as vanity.
Página 337 - Tis the voice of the Sluggard; I heard him complain, You have waked me too soon, I must slumber again.' As the door on its hinges, so he on his bed, Turns his sides and his shoulders and his heavy head. 'A little more sleep, and a little more slumber...
Página xlix - As may express them best ; though what if earth Be but the shadow of heaven, and things therein Each to other like, more than on earth is thought...
Página 316 - LET dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so ; • Let bears and lions growl and fight, For 'tis their nature too.
Página lxxiii - Give me the wings of faith to rise Within the veil, and see The saints above, how great their joys, How bright their glories be. 2 Once they were mourning here below, And wet their couch with tears; They wrestled hard, as we do now, With sins, and doubts, and fears.
Página 320 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Página 345 - Though he rose in a mist when his race he begun, And there followed some droppings of rain ! But now the fair traveller's come to the west, His rays are all gold, and his beauties are best ; He paints the sky gay as he sinks to his rest, And foretells a bright rising again.
Página lxxxiii - Then a spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up : it stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? shall a man be more pure than his Maker...
Página 129 - Sweet was the journey to the sky, The wondrous prophet tried ; " Climb up the mount," says God, and " die ; " The prophet climb'd and died.