The British Review, and London Critical Journal, Volum 16

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1820
 

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Pàgina 137 - If ye continue in the faith grounded and settled, and be not moved away from the hope of the gospel, which ye have heard, and which was preached to every creature which is under heaven ; whereof I Paul am made a minister...
Pàgina 420 - A HISTORY OF ENGLAND from the First Invasion by the Romans to the Accession of Queen Victoria.
Pàgina 363 - Christ for my brethren, my kinsmen according to the flesh : who are Israelites; to whom pertaineth the adoption, and the glory, and the covenants, and the giving of the law, and the service of God, and the promises ; whose are the fathers, and of whom as concerning the flesh Christ came, who is over all, God blessed for ever. Amen.
Pàgina 231 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Pàgina 69 - God hath chosen the poor of this world rich in faith and heirs of the kingdom which He hath promised to them that love Him.
Pàgina 45 - No sound is uttered, — but a deep And solemn harmony pervades The hollow vale from steep to steep, And penetrates the glades. Far-distant images draw nigh, Called forth by wondrous potency Of beamy radiance, that imbues Whate'er it strikes 'with gem-like hues ! In vision exquisitely clear, Herds range along the mountain side ; And glistening antlers are descried ; And gilded flocks appear.
Pàgina 45 - While choirs of fervent Angels sang Their vespers in the grove ; Or, crowning, star-like, each some sovereign height, Warbled, for heaven above and earth below, Strains suitable to both.
Pàgina 46 - If aught unworthy be my choice, From THEE if I would swerve ; Oh, let thy grace remind me of the light Full early lost, and fruitlessly deplored; Which, at this moment, on my waking sight Appears to shine, by miracle restored; My soul, though yet confined to earth, Rejoices in a second birth!
Pàgina 144 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Pàgina 140 - And he said unto him. If they hear not Moses and the prophets, neither will they be persuaded, though one rose from the dead.

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