Phillip Medhurst

A Pilgrimage to Truth

Tag: child

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https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible PRINTS IN THE BOWYER BIBLE. Robert Bowyer (1758-1834) expanded his own copy of the Macklin Bible to 45 volumes after acquiring and inserting over 6200 different prints of Biblical events. The Bowyer Bible is now housed in Bolton Museums and Archives. For a presentation of photos of many of these prints see https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible

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https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible PRINTS IN THE BOWYER BIBLE. Robert Bowyer (1758-1834) expanded his own copy of the Macklin Bible to 45 volumes after acquiring and inserting over 6200 different prints of Biblical events. The Bowyer Bible is now housed in Bolton Museums and Archives. For a presentation of photos of many of these prints see https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible

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https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible PRINTS IN THE BOWYER BIBLE. Robert Bowyer (1758-1834) expanded his own copy of the Macklin Bible to 45 volumes after acquiring and inserting over 6200 different prints of Biblical events. The Bowyer Bible is now housed in Bolton Museums and Archives. For a presentation of photos of many of these prints see https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible

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https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible PRINTS IN THE BOWYER BIBLE. Robert Bowyer (1758-1834) expanded his own copy of the Macklin Bible to 45 volumes after acquiring and inserting over 6200 different prints of Biblical events. The Bowyer Bible is now housed in Bolton Museums and Archives. For a presentation of photos of many of these prints see https://archive.org/details/bowyer-bible

Mater Dolorosa

 

The pains of childbirth, then of dispossession,

A leaping heart, then steady retrogression

Was all angelic flutters came to bring.

Fair salutations bore a farewell sting.

 

And Death’s dark angel did not pass my door,

But slammed the board, demanding more and more.

My God, you owe this to me: let me see

Wherefore my child has now forsaken me.

 

I want to see him rise to tear the veil,

And borne by angels his kind Father hail,

As his bejewelled banner he unfurls,

His blood its rubies and my tears its pearls.