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Prognostics do not always prove prophecies, at least the wisest
prophets make sure of the event first.
Prognostics do not always prove prophecies, at least the wisest
prophets make sure of the event first.
And it came to pass, when all that knew him beforetime saw that,
behold, he prophesied among the prophets, read more
And it came to pass, when all that knew him beforetime saw that,
behold, he prophesied among the prophets, then the people said
one to another, What is this that is come unto the son of Kish?
Is Saul also among the prophets?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
O my prophetic soul!
My uncle?
Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
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Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life!
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!
Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?
Your fathers, where are they? and the prophets, do they live for
ever?
We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well
that ye take heed, as unto read more
We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well
that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place,
until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts:
Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any
private interpretation.
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from read more
A tunnel underneath the sea from Calais straight to Dover, Sir,
The squeamish folks may cross by land from shore to shore,
With sluices made to drown the French, if e'er they would come
over, Sir,
Has long been talk'd of, till at length 'tis thought a monstrous
bore.
I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]
I shall always consider the best guesser the best prophet.
[Lat., Bene qui conjiciet, vatem hunc perhibebo optimum.]
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that read more
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe,
Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast;
Is that portentous phrase, "I told you so."