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Página 355 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Página 160 - And Jacob rent his clothes, and put sackcloth upon his loins, and mourned for his son many days. And all his sons and all his daughters rose up to comfort him; but he refused to be comforted; and he said, For I will go down into the grave unto my son mourning.
Página 291 - Their poison is like the poison of a serpent ; they are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear ; Which will not hearken to the voice of charmers, charming never so wisely.
Página 159 - And he knew it, and said, It is my son's coat; an evil beast hath devoured him; Joseph is without doubt rent in pieces.
Página 235 - When I remember all The friends, so link'd together, I've seen around me fall, Like leaves in wintry weather; I feel like one, Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose lights are fled, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed!
Página 331 - HEAP on more wood ! — the wind is chill ; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.
Página 332 - Gave honor to the holy night ; On Christmas eve the bells were rung, On Christmas eve the mass was sung : That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear.
Página 289 - So spake the enemy of mankind enclosed In serpent, inmate bad ! and toward Eve Addressed his way, not with indented wave, Prone on the ground, as since, but on his rear, Circular base of rising folds that towered Fold above fold, a surging maze...
Página 332 - On Christmas eve the mass was sung ; That only night in all the year Saw the stoled priest the chalice rear. The damsel donned her kirtle sheen ; The hall was dressed with holly green ; Forth to the wood did merry men go, To gather in the mistletoe.