An Address Delivered Before the Peithessophian and Philoclean Societies of Rutgers College: On the Literary Character of the Scriptures

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Jared W. Bell, 1838 - Bible - 32 pages
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Page 18 - Dove-like, satst brooding o'er the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine : what is low raise and support: That, to the height of this great argument, I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to man.
Page 25 - a flood of day. No more the rising sun shall gild the morn, Nor evening Cynthia fill her silver horn; But lost, dissolved in thy superior rays One tide of glory, one unclouded blaze O'erflow thy courts : the Light himself shall shine Revealed, and God's eternal day be thine. The seas shall waste—the skies in smoke decay,
Page 19 - swifter than eagles: they were stronger than lions. "Ye daughters of Israel! weep over Saul, who clothed you in scarlet, who put ornaments of gold upon your apparel! " How are the mighty fallen in the midst of the battle! Oh, Jonathan! thou wast slain
Page 16 - Our highest Orpheus walked in Judea eighteen hundred years ago. His sphere-melody, flowing in wild, native tones, took captive the ravished souls of men; and being of a truth sphere-melody, still flows and sounds, though now with thousand-fold accompaniments and rich symphonies, through all our hearts and modulates and divinely leads them.
Page 6 - While proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm.
Page 11 - intense : The rock, the vulture, and the chain: All that the proud can feel of pain ; The agony they do not show, The suffocating sense of woe, That speaks but in its loneliness,—
Page 13 - like a mother's voice to her little child, that strays bewildered, weeping in unknown tumults ;—like soft streamings of celestial music to my too exasperated heart, came that Evangile :—the universe is not dead and
Page 19 - of the mighty, the bow of Jonathan turned not back, the sword of Saul returned not empty. " Saul and Jonathan were loving and pleasant in their lives, and in
Page 24 - Rise! crowned with light! imperial Salem, rise ! Exalt thy towering head, and lift thine eyes; See a long race thy
Page 14 - to grow! Fair opening to some court's propitious shrine, Or deep with diamonds in the flaming mine ? Twined with the wreaths Parnassian laurels yield, Or reaped

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