Life in Its Lower, Intermediate, and Higher Forms, Or, Manifestations of the Divine Wisdom in the Natural History of Animals

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J. Nisbet, 1875 - Zoology - 363 pages
 

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Page 183 - Behold, I give unto you power to tread on serpents and scorpions, and over all the power of the enemy: and nothing shall by any means hurt you.
Page 204 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place : The whitewashed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Page 299 - Who can open the doors of his face ? his teeth are terrible round about.
Page 44 - All Scripture is given by inspiration of God, and is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, and for instruction in righteousness, that the man of God may be perfect, thoroughly furnished unto all good works.
Page 343 - These wait all upon thee; that thou mayest give them their meat in due .season. That thou givest them they gather: thou openest thine hand, they are filled with good.
Page 311 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou...
Page 299 - Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seethiug-pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth.
Page 300 - The sword of him that layeth at him cannot hold : the spear, the dart, nor the habergeon. He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood. The arrow cannot make him flee : slingstones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Page 142 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 311 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...

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