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" I sleep, but my heart waketh: it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying: Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled: for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. "
A brief exposition of the whole book of Canticles, or Song of Solomon - Page 137
by John Cotton - 1642
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The virgin's lamp, prayers and devout exercises

John Mason Neale - 1868
...love Thee. THE LIFE OF CHRIST IN THE BLESSED SACRAMENT. * 1. LOVE. Cant. v. 2. Open to Me, My sister, My love, My dove, My undefiled : for My head is filled with dew, and My locks with the drops of the night. S. Mark ix. 8. And they saw no man any more, save JESUS...
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A Commentary on the Song of Songs: From Ancient and Mediaeval Sources

Richard Frederick Littledale - 1869 - 382 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. Here begins another main division of the song, the fourth...
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The threefold mystery: hints on the Song of songs, viewed as a prophecy of ...

1869 - 149 pages
...I sleep, but my heart waketh : It is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, Open to me, my sister, My love, my dove, my undefiled. For my head is filled with dew, My locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat, how shall I put it on ? I Have washed...
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The 'greater than Solomon': 12 lects. on the first 4 (last 4) chapters of ...

Samuel Allen Windle - 1869
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my looks with the drops of the night." — CANT. v. 2. contrasts can be greater than the chilling...
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Gospel sonnets; or, Spiritual songs

Ralph Erskine - 1870 - 340 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh ; it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with due, and my locks with the drops of the night. Dumb, yet cry Abba, Father, plain (g), Born only once,...
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The Two Brothers: And Other Poems

Edward Henry Bickersteth - 1871 - 324 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night." — SONO v. 2. "Behold, I stand at the door, and knock:...
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Rills of the river, the streams whereof shall make glad the city of God ...

James Gratrix - 1871
...the same verse, saying, " It is the voice of my Beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled ; for my head is filled with dew, and my K locks with the drops of the night." Nothing can exceed the beauty of this address, which...
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Light and Truth: Or, Bible Thoughts and Themes: the Revelation

Horatius Bonar - 1872 - 431 pages
...Hear His words of old, ' It is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night' (Song of Sol. v. 2). We askj— (i.) How does He knock...
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The Beauty of the Word in the Song of Solomon. By M. Wright. [With the Text.]

Maria Wright - 1872 - 390 pages
.../ sleep, but my heart wdketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, my locks with the drops of the night. And how does the Bride answer this appeal ? She had begged...
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Náhbion: Or, the Bible and the Poets

Samuel Wordsworth Bailey - 1874 - 698 pages
...sleep, but my heart waketh : it is the voice of my beloved that knocketh, saying, Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled : for my head is filled with dew, and my locks with the drops of the night. I have put off my coat : how shall I put it on ? I have...
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