Joseph and His Brethren: A Scriptural Drama in Two Acts

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G. and W.B. Whittaker, 1824 - 252 sider
 

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Side 243 - And behold the Lord stood above it and said, I am the Lord God of Abraham thy father, and the God of Isaac ; the land whereon thou liest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed.
Side 235 - And he said, I am God, the God of thy father: fear not to go down into Egypt; for I will there make of thee a great nation. I will go down with thee into Egypt; and I will also surely bring thee up again: and Joseph shall put his hand upon thine eyes.
Side 243 - Isaac; the land whereon thou liest, to thee will I give it, and to thy seed. And thy seed shall be as the dust of the earth, and thou shall spread abroad to the west, and to the east, and to the north, and to the south; and in thee and in thy seed shall all the families of the earth be blessed.
Side 126 - Therefore, since Truth requires that I should lay Me prostrate at her foot and worship her, Rather than wield her sceptre and her power, I shall be bold to follow mine own way, And use the world as I find wit and means ; And as I know of nothing but old age To bound my will, so nothing will I fear. — But I waste words: you do not understand.
Side 133 - For shame ! — PHRAXANOR. Henceforth I'll never knit with glossed bone, But interlace my fingers among thine, And ravel them, and interlace again, So that no work that's done content the eye, That I may never tire in my work.
Side 130 - Cold ! cold ! still cold ! — I eye you like to one That dieth in my arms : beware you chill Me too ! You do a wrong, and herein court Much danger. I would risk the world for you ; But, blow me cold with your sharp frosty breath, And these same arms that gird you round about May turn to bitter chains. We are most dear In our affections ; in vengeance most resolved.
Side 119 - Nor doth a torch within a jewel'd mine Amaze the eye beyond this diamond here, More than the ruddy offices of love Do glow before the common steps of life.
Side 190 - Pied in their own foam. Within the car Sat Pharaoh, whose bare head was girt around By a crown of iron ; and his sable hair, Like strakey as a mane, fell where it would, And somewhat hid his glossy sun-brent neck And carcanet of precious sardonyx. His jewell'd armlets, weighty as a sword...
Side 124 - Eternity itself, but fills the scale In truth's untrembling hand. His votaries Belong to him entire, not he to them ; The immolation must be all complete, And woman still makes reservation. Our feeling doth resemble the king's coin, No counterfeit, for it doth bear our weight, The perfect image, absolute, enthron'd : Now, the king's coin belongs to many men, And only by allowance is call'd his : Just so our feeling stands with circumstance. Whene'er the king doth give a golden mark, The addition...

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