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Página 172 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law— Tho...
Página 52 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground ; Yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant. But man dieth, and wasteth away : yea, man giveth up the ghost, and where is he...
Página 133 - THEN THE LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, Who is this that darkeneth counsel By words without knowledge ? Gird up now thy loins like a man ; For I will demand of thee, and answer thou me.
Página 75 - Therefore they say unto God, Depart from us ; For we desire not the knowledge of thy ways.
Página 9 - There was a man in the land of Uz, whose name was Job; and that man was perfect and upright, and one that feared God, and eschewed evil.
Página 43 - Are not my days few ? cease then, And let me alone, that I may take comfort a little, Before I go whence I shall not return, Even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death ; A land of darkness, as darkness itself ; And of the shadow of death, without any order, And where the light is as darkness.
Página 162 - But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Página 16 - So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.