Lands of the Moslem: A Narrative of Oriental Travel

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358 ÆäÀÌÁö - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water ; the poop was beaten gold, Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them, the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
319 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thou crownest the year with thy goodness ; and thy paths drop fatness. They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness : and the little hills rejoice on every side. The pastures are clothed with flocks ; the valleys also are covered over with corn ; they shout for joy, they also sing.
267 ÆäÀÌÁö - And he led them out as far as to Bethany, and he lifted up his hands, and blessed them. And it came to pass, while he blessed them, he was parted from them, and carried up into heaven.
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - Servants have ruled over us: there is none that doth deliver us out of their hand.
85 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then said he unto me, Son of man, dig now in the wall : and when I had digged in the wall, behold a door. And he said unto me, Go in, and see the wicked abominations that they do here.
179 ÆäÀÌÁö - And the glory of the Lord abode upon mount Sinai, and the cloud covered it six days : and the seventh day he called unto Moses out of the midst of the cloud. And the sight of the glory of the Lord was like devouring fire on the top of the mount in the eyes of the children of Israel.
265 ÆäÀÌÁö - Turn thou us unto thee, O Lord, and we shall be turned; renew our days as of old.
264 ÆäÀÌÁö - The joy of our heart is ceased; our dance is turned into mourning. The crown is fallen from our head : woe unto us, that we have sinned...
78 ÆäÀÌÁö - Ethiopia and Egypt were her strength, and it was infinite; Put and Lubim were thy helpers. Yet was she carried away, she went into captivity: her young children also were dashed in pieces at the top of all the streets : and they cast lots for her honourable men, and all her great men were bound in chains.
292 ÆäÀÌÁö - Joseph is a fruitful bough, even a fruitful bough by a well whose branches run over the wall. The archers have sorely grieved him, and shot at him, and hated him : but his bow abode in strength, and the arms of his hands were made strong by the hands of the mighty God of Jacob...

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