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... Christian theologians those who affirmed that no small portion of the Bible is an allegory which , properly ... Christians , and especially by their famous leader and representative , Origen . These taught that " the Mosaic account of ...
... Christian theologians those who affirmed that no small portion of the Bible is an allegory which , properly ... Christians , and especially by their famous leader and representative , Origen . These taught that " the Mosaic account of ...
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... Christ , speaking to his disciples , likens himself to a vine : The True Vine . “ I am the true vine and my Father is the husbandman . Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away ; and every branch that beareth fruit , he ...
... Christ , speaking to his disciples , likens himself to a vine : The True Vine . “ I am the true vine and my Father is the husbandman . Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away ; and every branch that beareth fruit , he ...
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... the life , trials , and triumphs of the faithful Christian . Although doubtless suggested by the Latin poem , " Carmen de Phoenice , " of Anglo - Saxon Allegories . Lactantius ( A.D. 260-325 ) , it is so full FORE WORD . 13.
... the life , trials , and triumphs of the faithful Christian . Although doubtless suggested by the Latin poem , " Carmen de Phoenice , " of Anglo - Saxon Allegories . Lactantius ( A.D. 260-325 ) , it is so full FORE WORD . 13.
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... Christian Fathers of the fourth century . The fabulous qualities of certain animals were made to represent some ... Christ ; she is as a mother to other birds so should we be to each other ; her song is like lament — let us lament we ...
... Christian Fathers of the fourth century . The fabulous qualities of certain animals were made to represent some ... Christ ; she is as a mother to other birds so should we be to each other ; her song is like lament — let us lament we ...
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... Christ , who has obtained a glo- rious victory over sin . The first honor typifies His entry into Jeru- salem when the people shouted Hosanna to the son of David ! ' The second , those enslaved by sin . The third , Christ's divinity ...
... Christ , who has obtained a glo- rious victory over sin . The first honor typifies His entry into Jeru- salem when the people shouted Hosanna to the son of David ! ' The second , those enslaved by sin . The third , Christ's divinity ...
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Æsop Alexander Barclay allegory beasts beauty Beelzebub began behold birds born Bunyan called CANTO cast castle Chaucer Christian City of Destruction clouds court Court of Love death delight doth dream eyes Faerie Queene Fair Faithful Fame fayre fear flowers Gate genius glory goddess gold golden goodly grace ground Guillaume de Lorris hand hath hear heard heart heaven heavenly hell hill holy House of Fame King knight ladies living looked Lord mind morning Muses nature never nightingale pass passion Phineas Fletcher Piers Ploughman Pilgrim's Progress Pilgrims plaine pleasure poem poet poetry quath quoth rest Rose says shepheard shew side sight sing sleep sonne Spenser stood sweet tell thee things thou thought told trees Truth unto Valley Vanity Vanity Fair walked wight wood word
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Page 1 - Thou hast brought a vine out of Egypt: thou hast cast out the heathen, and planted it. Thou preparedst room before it, and didst cause it to take deep root, and it filled the land. The hills were covered with the shadow of it, and the boughs thereof were like the goodly cedars. She sent out her boughs unto the sea, and her branches unto the river.
Page 243 - And though sometimes each dreary pause between Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 244 - When Cheerfulness, a nymph of healthiest hue, Her bow across her shoulder flung, Her buskins gemmed with morning dew, Blew an inspiring air, that dale and thicket rung, The hunter's call to faun and dryad known! The oak-crowned sisters, and their chaste-eyed queen, Satyrs, and sylvan boys, were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoiced to hear, And Sport leapt up, and, seized his beechen spear.
Page 207 - Surely, said I, man is but a shadow and life a dream. Whilst I was thus musing, I cast my eyes towards the summit of a rock that was not far from me, where I discovered one in the habit of a shepherd, with a little musical instrument in his hand.
Page 243 - Poured through the mellow horn her pensive soul ; And dashing soft from rocks around, Bubbling runnels joined the sound; Through glades and glooms the mingled measure stole. Or o'er some haunted stream with fond delay, Round a holy calm diffusing, Love of peace and lonely musing, In hollow murmurs died away.
Page 210 - Multitudes were very busy in the pursuit of bubbles that glittered in their eyes and danced before them; but often when they thought themselves within the reach of them, their footing failed and down they sunk.
Page 1 - Abide in Me and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself except it abide in the vine, no more can ye except ye abide in Me. I am the Vine, ye are the branches. He that abideth in Me and I in him, the same bringeth forth much fruit. For without Me ye can do nothing.
Page 90 - Crosse he bore, The deare remembrance of his dying Lord, For whose sweete sake that glorious badge he wore, And dead as living ever him ador'd: Upon his shield the like was also scor'd, For soveraine hope, which in his helpe he had: Right faithfull true he was in deede and word, But of his cheere did seeme too solemne sad, Yet nothing did he dread, but ever was ydrad.
Page 241 - tis said, when all were fired, Filled with fury, rapt, inspired, From the supporting myrtles round They snatched her instruments of sound; And, as they oft had heard, apart, Sweet lessons of her forceful art, Each, for Madness ruled the hour, Would prove his own expressive power. First Fear his hand, its skill to try, Amid the chords bewildered laid, And back recoiled, he knew not why, E'en at the sound himself had made.
Page 94 - Yea but (quoth she) the perill of this place I better wot then you, though now too late To wish you backe returne with foule disgrace, Yet wisedome warnes, whilest foot is in the gate, To stay the steppe, ere forced to retrate. This is the wandring wood, this Errours den, A monster vile, whom God and man does hate : Therefore I read beware. Fly fly (quoth then The fearefull dwarfe) this is no place for living men.