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Page 166 - Solomon sought therefore to kill Jeroboam, And Jeroboam arose, and fled into Egypt, unto Shishak king of Egypt, and was in Egypt until the death of Solomon. And the rest of the acts of Solomon, and all that he did, and his wisdom, are they not written in the book of the Acts of Solomon ? And the time that Solomon reigned in Jerusalem over all Israel was forty years. And Solomon slept with his fathers, and was buried in the city of David his father: and Rehoboam his son reigned in his stead.
Page 262 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no meat ; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls : Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
Page 256 - Life ! we've been long together Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear ; — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not Good Night...
Page 121 - You gave the wrong answer,' said the sphinx. 'But that was what made everything possible,' said Oedipus. 'No.' she said. 'When I asked, what walks on four legs in the morning, two at noon, and three in the evening, you answered Man. You didn't say anything about Woman.' 'When you say Man,' said Oedipus, 'you include women too. Everyone knows that.
Page 209 - does Virtue then reside in the vale?" "I am found," said she, "in the vale, and I illuminate the mountain. I cheer the cottager at his toil, and inspire the sage at his meditation. I mingle in the crowd of cities, and bless the hermit in his cell. I have a temple in every heart that owns my influence, and to him that wishes for me I am already present. Science may raise thee to eminence, but I alone can guide thee to felicity...
Page 120 - Out of the eater came forth meat, and out of the strong came forth sweetness.
Page 262 - Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days ; Bounteous source of every joy ! Let thy praise our tongues employ. For the blessings of the field ; For the stores the gardens yield ; For the vine's exalted juice ; For the generous olive's use.
Page 204 - I observed, that those who had but just begun to climb the hill, thought themselves not far from the top; but, as they proceeded, new hills were continually rising to their view, and the summit of the highest they could before discern seemed but the foot of another, till the mountain at length appeared to lose itself in the clouds. As I was gazing on these things with astonishment, my good genius suddenly appeared : — " The mountain before thee," said he,
Page 261 - How blest the righteous when he dies ! When sinks a weary soul to rest ! How mildly beam the closing eyes ! How gently heaves the expiring breast ! 2 So fades a summer cloud away ; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er ; So gently shuts the eye of day ; So dies a wave along the shore.
Page 252 - And golden spoils allure, Unspotted still your garments shine, Your hands are ever pure. Whene'er you touch the poet's lyre, A loftier strain is heard ; Each ardent thought is yours alone, And every burning word. Yours is the large expansive thought, The high heroic deed ; Exile and chains to you are dear, To you 't is sweet to bleed. You lift on high the warning voice When public ills prevail ; Yours is the writing on the wall, That turns the tyrant pale.