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

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James Nisbet and Company, 1857 - 363 стор.

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Сторінка 185 - 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.
Сторінка 313 - 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...
Сторінка 301 - Who can open the doors of his face ? his teeth are terrible round about.
Сторінка 144 - 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.
Сторінка 46 - 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.
Сторінка 345 - 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.
Сторінка 313 - 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...
Сторінка 302 - 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 : sling stones are turned with him into stubble. Darts are counted as stubble : he laugheth at the shaking of a spear.
Сторінка 313 - But never elsewhere in one place I knew So many nightingales ; and far and near, In wood and thicket, over the wide grove, They answer and provoke each other's song, With skirmish and capricious passagings, And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, And one low piping sound more sweet than all...
Сторінка 302 - He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

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