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Side 136 - LORD, how manifold are thy works ! in wisdom hast thou made them all : the earth is full of thy riches.
Side 82 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Side 137 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Side 117 - Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: Who then is able to stand before me?
Side 136 - He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Side 135 - Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. "Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. 21 His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Side 74 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o
Side 119 - Though they dig into hell, thence shall mine hand take them; though they climb up to heaven, thence will I bring them down: And though they hide themselves in the top of Carmel, I will search and take them out thence; and though they be hid from my sight in the bottom of the sea, thence will I command the serpent, and he shall bite them...