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Page 146 - ... themselves out ; his, life was departed from him ; and the breath out of his nostrils ; therefore do I weep because DEATH is in the world; the spoiler is among the works of God : all that is made, must be destroyed ; all that is born, must die : let me alone, for I will weep yet longer.
Page 124 - The little birds have ceased their warbling, they are asleep on the boughs, each one with his head behind his wing. There is no murmur of bees around the hive, or among the honeyed woodbines ; they have done their work, and lie close in their waxen cells.
Page 121 - COME, and I will show you what is beautiful. It is a rose fully blown. See how she sits upon her mossy stem, like the queen of all the flowers ! her leaves glow like fire : the air is filled with her sweet odour; she is the delight of every eye.
Page 133 - The buds spread into leaves, and the blossoms swell into fruit; but they know not how they grow, nor who causeth them to spring up from the bosom of the earth. Ask them, if they will tell thee ; bid them break forth into singing, and fill the air with pleasant sounds. They smell sweet ; they look beautiful ; but they are quite silent ; no sound is in the still air, no murnur of voices amongst the green leaves.
Page 145 - I have seen the insects sporting in the sunshine, and darting along the streams; their wings glittered with gold and purple; their bodies shone like the green emerald; they were more numerous than I could count; their motions were quicker than my eye could glance. I returned: they were brushed into the pool; they were perishing...
Page 138 - Negro woman, who sittest pining in captivity, and weepest over thy sick child: though no one seeth thee, God seeth thee; though no one pitieth thee, God pitieth thee; raise thy voice, forlorn and abandoned one; call upon Him from amidst thy bonds, for assuredly He will hear thee.
Page 130 - GOD is in every place ; HE speaks in every sound we hear ; HE is seen in all that our eyes behold.
Page 144 - CHILD of mortality, whence comest thou ? why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping : I have seen the rose in its beauty ; it spread its leaves to the morning sun. I returned : it was dying upon its stalk ; tltf grace of the form of it was gone ; its loveliness was vanished away ; its leaves were scattered on the ground, and no one gathered them again.
Page 129 - I saw the moon rising behind the trees; it was like a lamp of gold. The stars one after another appeared in the clear firmament. Presently I saw black clouds arise, and roll towards the south; the lightning streamed in thick flashes over the sky; the thunder growled at a distance; it came nearer, and I felt afraid, for it was loud and terrible. Did thy heart feel no terror, but of the thunderbolt? Was there nothing bright and terrible but the lightning? Return...