The Occult Sciences: The Philosophy of Magic, Prodigies, and Apparent Miracles, Volume 1

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Harper & Brothers, 1847 - Magic
 

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Page 163 - ... what ought to be done and what ought not to be done...
Page xxvi - I shall, despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself. Methought, the souls of all that I had murder'd Came to my tent : and every one did threat To-morrow's vengeance on the head of Richard.
Page 70 - Howbeit Sisera fled away on his feet to the tent of Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite: for there was peace between Jabin the king of Hazor and the house of Heber the Kenite. 18 And Jael went out to meet Sisera, and said unto him, Turn in, my lord, turn in to me; fear not.
Page 155 - And they prayed, and said, Thou, Lord, which knowest the hearts of all men, shew whether of these two thou hast chosen, that he may take part of this ministry and apostleship, from which Judas by transgression fell, that he might go to his own place. And they gave forth their lots ; and the lot fell upon Matthias ; and he was numbered with the eleven apostles.
Page xxiv - Therefore, O Antony, stay not by his side : Thy demon, that's thy spirit which keeps thee, is Noble, courageous, high, unmatchable, Where Caesar's is not ; but near him, thy angel Becomes a Fear, as being o'erpower'd ; therefore Make space enough between you.
Page 275 - But Peter said unto him ; Thy money perish with thee, because thou hast thought that the gift of God may be purchased with money.
Page 170 - But now bring me a minstrel. And it came to pass, when the minstrel played, that the hand of the Lord came upon him.
Page 70 - Then Jael Heber's wife took a nail of the tent, and took a hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground : for he was fast asleep and weary. So he died.
Page 120 - Right against the eastern gate, By the moss-grown pile he sate; Where long of yore to sleep was laid The dust of the prophetic maid. Facing to the northern clime, Thrice he traced the Runic rhyme; Thrice pronounced, in accents dread, The thrilling verse that wakes the dead; Till from out the hollow ground Slowly breathed a sullen sound.
Page 261 - . chair with arms, and presently fetching a strong breathing or two, immediately expired, and was so suddenly cold as was much wondered at by the physician and surgeon. She died at Waltham, in Essex, three miles from Chelmsford, and...

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