Animal Symbolism in Ecclesiastical Architecture

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W. Heinemann, 1896 - 375 sivua
 

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Sivu 141 - As the hart panteth after the water-brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God : when shall I come and appear before God...
Sivu 142 - In that day a man shall cast his idols of silver, and his idols of gold, which they made each one for himself to worship, to the moles and to the bats ; to go into the clefts of the rocks, and into the tops of the ragged rocks, for fear of the Lord, and for the glory of his majesty, when he ariseth to shake terribly the earth.
Sivu 108 - Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler ; the snare is broken, and we are delivered.
Sivu 305 - I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor. What's that, my lord? Ham. Dost thou think Alexander looked o' this fashion i
Sivu 113 - As the partridge sitteth on eggs, and hatcheth them not; so he that getteth riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool.
Sivu 104 - Because of the savour of thy good ointments Thy name is as ointment poured forth, Therefore do the virgins love thee.
Sivu 60 - But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.
Sivu 56 - Judah is a lion's whelp; from the prey, my son, thou art gone up. He stooped down, he couched as a lion, and as an old lion. Who shall rouse him up?
Sivu 306 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Sivu 96 - I have power to lay down my life, and I have power to take it again.

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