Dramas of the Ancient World

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W. Blackwood, 1822 - 278

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Strona 105 - And Rizpah, the daughter of Aiah, took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until the water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest upon them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Strona 105 - Michal the daughter of Saul, whom she brought up for Adriel the son of Barzillai the Meholathite : and he delivered them into the hands of the Gibeonites, and they hanged them in the hill before the LORD : and they fell all seven together, and were put to death in the days of harvest, in the first days, in the beginning of barley harvest.
Strona 105 - Then there was a famine in the days of David three years, year after year; and David enquired of the Lord. And the Lord answered, It is for Saul, and for his bloody house, because he slew the Gibeonites.
Strona 72 - ... and o'er my quivering limbs Breaks the damp glow of fear ! I will fall down, Nor see him pass above me. Moses. Hail, O hail ! Thou Lord of Judgment ! — Lo ! He comes ; but not In light-created vestments, nor his brow Circled by fire ethereal, nor his form Shooting forth sparkles of immortal light, Each one a brilliant day ; but now he rides The stern submissive whirlwind, in his purpose Robed as in som,e dark garment, like the cloak Which ancient Chaos wore, before the smile Of God, illumining...
Strona 72 - Josh. Master, the people murmur at thine absence ; And now, impatient of thy presence, come With slow steps up the mountain. The People. Leader sage, Why hast thou left us ? Why hast thou provok'd The rage of Pharaoh, and thy children left To bear his anger's weight ?— O leave us, father ; Reprove no more, but leave us in our bondage. Moses. Hush, hush ! let him not hear ! for scarcely yet Hath he pass'd onward to his dreadful post : The loosen'd feathers of his jet black wings Are floating yet...
Strona 81 - I know them not, and Israel shall not go ! Ramp. Son of the ancient Word, eldest of kings ! Let not the light'ning of thy wrath destroy The lowliest of thy servants, if he pray That, in thy wisdom, thou betray not scorn Against that God of terrors — Thou dost know him, And Egypt trembles still, e'en midst this darkness, At the remember'd horrors of his might. — Knew she not him amidst the horrid plague Of the fierce murrain, which destroy a her flocks, Broke loathsome on our bodies, struck our...
Strona 69 - Conies the fierce tasker, and with goad and lash. Drives to the stubble-field the weeping race Of him, Jehovah's chosen, the loved friend Of angels, and of spirits ! Their bound limbs Are tortur'd by the beam, their free-born sires Were wont to court and bless; and when they sink Worn by th' intolerable burthen down, The scorpion-whip doth lash them to new life, Or rob them of the wretched remnant left. But let us down, and bid them stand prepared, Nor murmur when they are required to raise New treasure-domes...
Strona 125 - ... its lot; In the green shadow of thy tree, The stranger finds no rest with thee. Thou think'st the vine's low rustling leaves Glad music round thy household eaves; To him that sound hath sorrow's tone — The stranger's heart is with his own.
Strona 90 - ... most ungrateful to thy parent-land,— I am not blind to thy design ; but where, Where would thy proud ambition lead thy people ? Where is their country ?— Where the resting-place Fairer than Goshen ? or the river's wave More bounteous than our Nile, to which thy spirit, Thy patriot spirit, roused by the dear cry Of " native land," is burning to conduct thee, Defying toil and danger ! — Hypocrite .' Thy parent was the Nile, thy country, Egypt ! — When the false Hebrew woman on the bed Of...
Strona 73 - Keprove no more, but leave us in our bondage. Moses. Hush, hush ! let him not hear ! for scarcely yet Hath he pass'd onward to his dreadful post ; The loosen'd feathers of his jet black wings Are floating yet above us. — Silence, silence ! Let him not hear thee, Jacob ; for he goes Brimful of wrath, the wine-cup in his hand 1 — Let not one drop be thine.

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