Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Beauty is truth's smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
Pity me that the heart is slow to learn What the swift mind beholds at every turn.
He seeks no advice when He builds He seeks no advice when He destroys. He seeks no advice while giving or taking. He alone knows His Creative Power He Himself does all deeds. He beholds all in His Vision. He gives to those with whom He is pleased.
He Himself beholds, speaks and hears all. O my mind, meditate on the One who is always with you. By the Grace of the Saints, the Light has dawned.
But they whose guilt within their bosoms lie Imagine every eye beholds their blame
He Himself is the Lord and Master of both worlds. He beholds all and makes the exact determination.
Mankind are divided into sects, and individuals think very differently on religious subjects, from the purest motives; and that gracious common Parent, who loves all his children alike, beholds with approbation every one who worships him in sincerity.
To the attentive eye each moment of the year has its own beauty and in the same field it beholds every hour a picture which was never seen before and which shall never be seen again.
The bird alighteth not on the spread net when it beholds Another bird in the snare. Take warning by the misfortunes of others, that others may not take example from you.
Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.
Much can be inferred about a man from his mistress: in her one beholds his weaknesses and his dreams.
Praise the Lord and Master, who, having created this play, beholds it.
One must have a mind of winter to regard the frost and the boughs of the pine trees, crusted with snow, And have been cold a long time, to behold the junipers, shagged with ice, the spruces, rough in the distant glitter of the January sun, and not to think of any misery in the sound of the wind, in the sound of a few leaves, which is the sound of the land, full of the same wind, blowing in the same bare place for the listener, who listens in the snow, and, nothing herself, beholds nothing that is not there, and the nothing that is.
The Lord Master beholds His work, and contemplates His creative potency.
As soon as man does not take his existence for granted, but beholds it as something unfathomably mysterious, thought begins.
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