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306. oldal - From seeming evil still educing good, And better thence again, and better still, In infinite progression. But I lose Myself in Him, in light ineffable ! Come, then, expressive Silence, muse His praise.
356. oldal - The grand transition, that there lives and works A soul in all things, and that soul is God.
153. oldal - Nibelunge," such as it was written down at the end of the twelfth, or the beginning of the thirteenth century, is
340. oldal - O Adam, one Almighty is, from whom. All things proceed, and up to him return, If not depraved from good, created all Such to perfection, one first matter all, Endued with various forms, various degrees Of substance, and, in things that live, of life...
88. oldal - Sacrifice and offering thou wouldst not, but a body hast thou prepared me. In burntofferings and sacrifices for sin thou hast had no pleasure : then said I, Lo, I come (in the volume of the book it is written of me) to do thy will, O God.
306. oldal - THESE, as they change, Almighty Father, these, Are but the varied God. The rolling year Is full of Thee. Forth in the pleasing Spring Thy beauty walks, Thy tenderness and love. Wide flush the fields ; the softening air is balm ; Echo the mountains round ; the forest smiles ; And every sense, and every heart, is joy.