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Página 134 - O LORD, how manifold are thy works ! In wisdom hast thou made them all : The earth is full of thy riches. 25 So is this great and wide sea, Wherein are things creeping innumerable, Both small and great beasts.
Página 82 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms - the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Página 137 - Only rebel not ye against the Lord, neither fear ye the people of the land ; for they are bread for us : their defence is departed from them, and the Lord is with us : fear them not.
Página 133 - Will he make many supplications unto thee? Will he speak soft words unto thee? Will he make a covenant with thee? Wilt thou take him for a servant for ever? Wilt thou play with him as with a bird? Or wilt thou bind him for thy maidens?
Página 136 - Thou brakest the heads of leviathan in pieces, and gavest him to be meat to the people inhabiting the wilderness.
Página 135 - Lo, these are parts of his ways: but how little a portion is heard of him? but the thunder of his power who can understand?
Página 134 - He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: he maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.
Página 115 - Behold, the hope of him is in vain: Shall not one be cast down even at the sight of him? None is so fierce that dare stir him up: Who then is able to stand before me?
Página 74 - Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o