The air was softly fragrant with the odour of balm of Gilead.
"The Ruling Passion" by Henry van Dyke
Sometimes she imagined balms of Gilead, soothing melodies which might have allayed the savage misanthropy of Rousseau.
"Modeste Mignon" by Honore de Balzac
Ileen was a strictly vegetable compound, guaranteed under the Pure Ambrosia and Balm-of-Gilead Act of the year of the fall of Adam.
"Options" by O. Henry
The puffs of Solomon's Balm of Gilead are a fool to the real merits of my pharmacopoeia contained in a small vial.
"Olla Podrida" by Frederick Marryat (AKA Captain Marryat)
You couldn't see the ointment for the flies, and Gilead had gone out of the balm business.
"Sundry Accounts" by Irvin S. Cobb
The blossoms of the Balm of Gilead, steeped with fair water in a vessel, then strained, will dye silk a pretty red color.
"The American Housewife" by Anonymous
Poplar, Balsam, or Balm of Gilead, 118.
"Getting Acquainted with the Trees" by J. Horace McFarland
It was made out of a small balm-of-Gilead-tree.
"Our Young Folks at Home and Abroad" by Various
The book was not good like Willison's "Balm of Gilead," or like Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress.
"McClure's Magazine, Vol. 1, No. 2, July, 1893" by Various
The resin of this species is the common Canada Balsam, which is often substituted for the Balm of Gilead.
"The Conquest of Canada (Vol. 2 of 2)" by George Warburton
"Jesus--Son of Virgin Mary;
Lift the burden from the weary:
Pity, Jesus, and anoint him
With the holy balm of Gilead."
"Byron And The Angel" by Hanford Lennox Gordon
Thou can'st waves of passion calm,
Griefs assuage like Gilead's balm,
Bring sweet pleasure to the eye,
Give sweet gladness for the sigh.
"The Pen" by Mary Weston Fordham
But why should I wait, and how long can I hope
when the day is full, and the end is far,
and no one in Gilead knows of balm
for the pain of a plague-stricken man.
"My Words Are Driven" by Shlomo ibn Gabirol
Christ is the Balm of Gilead, only found
Of force to close each widely-gaping wound,
Which Satan gives, with his sin-pointed dart,
To each bad conscience, and polluted heart.
"Christ Is All In All" by Rees Prichard
Is there for a spirit broken,
Is there balm of Gilead here?
Yes! the Lord—the Lord hath spoken,
Draw, ye sons of suffering, near
Christ, the Word—His cross the token—
See the cross—and banish fear.
"The Heart knoweth its own Bitterness" by John Bowring
But yet there's balm in Gilead,
For here's His Mother, sweet and sad,
Here's Magdalen weeping, and with them
The women of Jerusalem;
They have run all the: way since one
Brought them the news: He's not alone!
"The Deserted" by Katharine Tynan