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Let that day be darkness ; let not God regard it from above , neither let the light shine upon it . ... Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark ; let it look for light , but have none ; neither let it see the dawning of the day ...
Let that day be darkness ; let not God regard it from above , neither let the light shine upon it . ... Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark ; let it look for light , but have none ; neither let it see the dawning of the day ...
Strana 267
Job vii Are not my days few ? cease then , and let me alone , that I may take comfort a little , Before I go whence I shall not return , even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death ; A land of darkness , as darkness itself ...
Job vii Are not my days few ? cease then , and let me alone , that I may take comfort a little , Before I go whence I shall not return , even to the land of darkness and the shadow of death ; A land of darkness , as darkness itself ...
Strana 579
A soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born . Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows , and from thy shoulders pure , And bosom beating with a heart renew'd .
A soft air fans the cloud apart ; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born . Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows , and from thy shoulders pure , And bosom beating with a heart renew'd .
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