Rudston: a Sketch of Its History and Antiquities, Etc

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G. Furby, 1873 - 84 sider

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Side 45 - And he lighted upon a certain place, and tarried there all night because the sun was set ; and he took of the stones of that place, and put them for his pillows, and lay down in that place to sleep.
Side 72 - As when the Northern skies Gleam in December; And, like the water's flow Under December's snow, Came a dull voice of woe From the heart's chamber.
Side 42 - Ye children of Benjamin, gather yourselves to flee out of the midst of Jerusalem, and blow the trumpet in Tekoa, and set up a sign of fire in Beth-haccerem : for evil appeareth out of the north, and great destruction.
Side 83 - By thine Agony and bloody Sweat ; by thy Cross and Passion ; by thy precious Death and Burial ; by thy glorious Resurrection and Ascension ; and by the coming of the Holy Ghost, Good Lord, deliver us.
Side 49 - Now Absalom in his lifetime had taken and reared up for himself a pillar, which is in the king's dale : for he said, I have no son to keep my name in remembrance : and he called the pillar after his own name : and it is called unto this day, Absalom's place.
Side 45 - Jacob awaked out of his sleep, and he said, Surely the Lord is in this place, and I knew it not. And he was afraid, and said, How dreadful is this place ! This is none other but the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.
Side 14 - The car, the car of war comes on, like the flame of death ! the rapid car of Cuthullin, the noble son of Semo! It bends behind like a wave near a rock ; like the sun-streaked mist of the heath. Its sides are embossed with stones, and sparkle like the sea round the boat of night. Of polished yew is its beam ; its seat of the smoothest bone. The sides are replenished with spears; the bottom is the footstool of heroes...
Side 13 - She spoke. Minerva burns to meet the war: And now heaven's empress calls her blazing car. At her command rush forth the steeds divine ; Rich with immortal gold their trappings shine. Bright Hebe waits ; by Hebe, ever young, The whirling wheels are to the chariot hung. On the bright axle turns the bidden wheel 890 Of sounding brass ; the polish'd axle steel.
Side 51 - O Zidon ; for the sea hath spoken, even the strength of the sea, saying, I travail not, nor bring forth children, neither do I nourish up young men, nor bring up virgins.

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