Divine Emblems: Or Temporal Things Spiritualized, &cBickers & son, 1867 - 103 Seiten |
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Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Adam's race againſt alfo almoſt Apollyon art thou barren tree Bear fruit becauſe behold beſt betime bird bofom Bunyan butterfly caft candle canft thou cauſe chick chooſe Chrift Chriftian clouds COMPARISON compoſe courſe creature darkneſs devil Divine Emblems doth eggs bring elfe thy end elſe end will curfed eſpecial guider expofe eyes firft firſt fool FROG gallows girls and boys glaſs glory God's gofpel grace greateſt hath heart heaven hell higheſt himſelf Inftead Jefus juft know his rider laſt light Mofes moft moſt mufic muft muſt nature night paſs pifmires Pilgrim's Progrefs play pleaſe pleaſure poffefs pr'ythee praiſe prefent rofe saint shew SINNER sins snare soul Spenfer spider suck our eggs sunſhine TEMPORAL THINGS SPIRITUALISED themſelves there's theſe thine thofe thoſe Thou art thou doft thou lt thou mayft thou shalt toys twill unleſs unto venom WATCHMAKER whip whofe wife wings wiſdom
Beliebte Passagen
Seite vii - Now, just as the gates were opened to let in the men, I looked in after them, and behold the City shone like the sun ; the streets also were paved with gold, and in them walked many men, with crowns on their heads, palms in their hands, and golden harps to sing praises withal. There were also of them that had wings, and they answered one another, without intermission, saying, " Holy, holy, holy is the Lord.
Seite vii - In this combat no man can imagine, unless he had seen and heard as I did, what yelling and hideous roaring Apollyon made all the time of the fight— he spake like a dragon; and, on the other side, what sighs and groans burst from Christian's heart. I never saw him all the while give so much as one pleasant look, till he perceived he had wounded Apollyon with his two-edged sword; then, indeed, he did smile, and look upward; but it was the dreadfulest sight that ever I saw.
Seite 48 - Were Wrapt up in her, or the richest treasures, found in her, would be bundled up together, When all her all is lighter than a feather. He halloos, runs, and cries out, Here, boys, here!
Seite 88 - She goes but softly, but she goeth sure, She stumbles not, as stronger creatures do. Her journey's shorter, so she may endure Better than they which do much further go. She makes no noise, but stilly seizeth on The flower or herb appointed for her food; The which she quietly doth feed upon, While others range, and glare, but find no good.
Seite v - As I WALKED through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept I dreamed a dream.
Seite vii - ... he had seen and heard, as I did, what yelling and hideous roaring Apollyon made all the time of the fight; he "spake like a dragon ;" and, on the other side, what sighs and groans burst from Christian's heart. I never saw him all the while give so much as one pleasant look, till he perceived he had wounded Apollyon with his two-edged sword ; then indeed he did smile and look upward ! but it was the dreadfullest sight that ever I saw.
Seite 67 - The hypocrite is like unto this frog; As like as is the Puppy to the Dog. He is of nature Cold, his Mouth is wide To prate, and at true Goodness to deride.
Seite 11 - But chicks from rotten Eggs do not proceed : Nor is an hypocrite a saint indeed. The rotten Egg, though underneath the hen, If crack'd, stinks, and is loathsome unto men. Nor doth her warmth make what is rotten sound; What's rotten, rotten will at last be found. The hypocrite, sin has him in possession, He is a rotten Egg under profession.
Seite xvi - I could, were I so pleased, use higher strains And for applause on tenters stretch my brains ; But what needs that ? The arrow out of sight Does not the sleeper nor the watchman fright ; To shoot too high doth make but children...
Seite 31 - Look yonder ! Ah, methinks mine eyes do see Clouds edged with silver, as fine garments be; They look as if they saw the golden face That makes black clouds most beautiful with grace. Unto the saints...