The hive and its wonders

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Página 98 - And the Amorites, which dwelt in that mountain, came out against you, and chased you, as bees do, and destroyed you in Seir, even unto Hormah.
Página 117 - So shall the knowledge of wisdom be unto thy soul : when thou hast found it, then there shall be a reward, and thy expectation shall not be cut off.
Página 117 - The full soul loatheth an honeycomb ; but to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
Página 102 - Thou hast thrust sore at me, that I might fall : but the LORD helped me. The LORD is my strength and song : and is become my salvation.
Página 126 - And this is his commandment, That we should believe on the name of his Son Jesus Christ, and love one another, as he gave us commandment.
Página 66 - And colour the eastern sky, With its blended hues of saffron and lake, Then say to each other, " Awake ! awake !" For our winter's honey is all to make, And our bread, for a long supply.
Página 55 - Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours ; Thy sovereign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powers. 3 I yield my powers to thy command ; To thee I consecrate my days : Perpetual blessings from thy hand Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Página 73 - As abroad I took my early way, Before the cow from her resting-place Had risen up, and left her trace On the meadow with dew so grey, Saw I thee, thou busy, busy bee ! Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy bee ! After the fall of the cistus...
Página 14 - O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art Thou ! How glorious is Thy Name ! WINDSOR.
Página 109 - THOU cheerful Bee ! come, freely come, And travel round my woodbine bower ; Delight me with thy wandering hum, And rouse me from my musing hour. Oh ! try no more those tedious fields, Come, taste the sweets my garden yields : The treasures of each blooming mine, The bud, the blossom — all are thine.

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