By-paths in Hebraic Bookland

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Jewish Publication Society of America, 1920 - 371 páginas
Gift of Rabbi W. Gunther Plaut.
 

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Página 51 - Ye have seen what I did unto the Egyptians, and how I bare you on eagles' wings, and brought you unto myself. Now therefore, if ye will obey my voice indeed, and keep my covenant, then ye shall be a peculiar treasure unto me above all people : for all the earth is mine : And ye shall be unto me a kingdom of priests, and an holy nation.
Página 308 - No more of that. — I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
Página 319 - Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
Página 239 - Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite ? It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, It streams from the hills, it descends to the plain. And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain.
Página 362 - WHEN the Lord turned again the captivity of Zion, we were like them that dream. Then was our mouth filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing: then said they among the heathen, The Lord hath done great things for them. The Lord hath done great things for us ; whereof we are glad.
Página 236 - The hopes that holy word supplies, Its truths divine and precepts wise — In each a heavenly beam I see, And every beam conducts to thee.
Página 272 - scape the rod ? " Rabbi Ben Karshook saith, " See that he turn to God The day before his death." "Ay, could a man inquire When it shall come !" I say. The Rabbi's eye shoots fire — "Then let him turn today...
Página 320 - Mizpeh's mountain ridge they saw Jerusalem's empty streets; her shrine Laid waste where Greeks profaned the Law With idol and with pagan sign. Mourners in tattered black were there With ashes sprinkled on their hair. Then from the stony peak there rang A blast to ope the graves...
Página 317 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new ; That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Página 321 - Oh for Jerusalem's trumpet now, To blow a blast of shattering power, To wake the sleepers high and low, And rouse them to the urgent hour ! No hand for vengeance — but to save, A million naked swords should wave. Oh deem not dead that martial fire, Say not the mystic flame is spent ! With Moses' law and David's lyre, Your ancient strength remains unbent.

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