A Celtic Psaltery by Alfred Perceval Graves
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page 133 of 205 (64%)
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Over the side!"
See He has awoken! Hark, hark, He has spoken, "Peace, peace," and in token Down the storm died. Lord God of the billows, Still succour the fishing smack! Give peace to our pillows, Bring our men back! III. OLD AND NEW TESTAMENT STUDIES DAVID'S LAMENT OVER SAUL AND JONATHAN Israel's beauty is slain Here on Gilboa's high places, How are the mighty fallen And tears upon all our faces. Tell it not now in Gath Or in Askelon's city name it, Lest Philistia's daughters rejoice |
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