1 Talk not to me of blasphemy, man; I'd strike the sun if it insulted me.
2 His presence made it both the field of blood and of blasphemy.
3 Laughter and singing in particular seemed to her like a blasphemy, in face of her sorrow.
4 His cry was answered by a yell and a laugh from the woods, as tauntingly exulting as if fifty demons were uttering their blasphemies at the fall of some Christian soul.
5 The mouths of the damned are full of blasphemies against God and of hatred for their fellow sufferers and of curses against those souls which were their accomplices in sin.
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6 And there was given unto him a mouth speaking great things and blasphemies; and power was given unto him to continue forty and two months.
7 At these words, the murmur without became an explosion; nothing was to be heard but oaths and blasphemies.