 | Henry Burgess - 2003 - 508 pàgines
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 | Nancy Berwick - 2003 - 118 pàgines
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 | Harvey E. Goldberg - 2003 - 416 pàgines
...FROM THE SONG OF SONGS (2:14) Oh my dove in rocky clefts, In the covert of terrace high Let me hear thy countenance Let me hear thy voice For sweet is thy voice And thy countenance comely. IF THE CHILD BE THE FIRSTBORN, ADD (SONG OF SONGS 6:9) One alone is my dove, my perfect one,... | |
 | Paula Bennett - 2003 - 286 pàgines
...the woman uses imagery that "feminizes" the man: "O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock ... let me hear thy voice; for sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. I ... I My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth among the lilies" (2: 14 and 16). That is, where... | |
 | Richard Samuell - 2003 - 500 pàgines
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 | C C. - 2004 - 201 pàgines
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 | Samuel Rogers - 2004 - 278 pàgines
...dirige gressus meas in viam tuam; Ego adhere aspexi te, atg expectabo; 501 Song of Songs 2:14 - 'O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret...sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.' 502 In margin: '*', or, more accurately, a large 'X'. 503 Lady Margaret Denny. This seems to be along... | |
 | George Andrew Panichas - 230 pàgines
...climbing up and down stairs. And we overhear the desperate cry repeated through the centuries: "O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the secret...let me see thy countenance, let me hear thy voice" (Song of Solomon 2:14). Dostoevsky's characters are in a state of constant movement or agitation. They... | |
 | Pico Iyer - 2007 - 370 pàgines
...his, and not quite McCarthy's, read, " 'O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, in the sectet places of the stairs, let me see thy countenance,...sweet is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely.' " She looked at him as if to see what he'd intended, and he said, "I hadn't recalled . . ." and then... | |
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O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, In the secret places of the stairs, Let me see thy countenance, Let me hear thy voice; For sweet is thy voice, And thy countenance is comely. 
