The Gentleman's Magazine, Volum 93,Part 1;Volum 133

F. Jefferies, 1823
The "Gentleman's magazine" section is a digest of selections from the weekly press; the "(Trader's) monthly intelligencer" section consists of news (foreign and domestic), vital statistics, a register of the month's new publications, and a calendar of forthcoming trade fairs.

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PÓgina 391 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail, To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
PÓgina 3 - Seventy weeks are determined upon thy people, and upon thy holy city, to finish the transgression, and to make an end of sins, and to make reconciliation for iniquity, and to bring in everlasting righteousness, and to seal up the vision and prophecy, and to anoint the Most Holy.
PÓgina 305 - All flesh is not the same flesh; but there is one kind of flesh of men, another flesh of beasts, another of fishes, and another of birds.
PÓgina 4 - Know therefore and understand, that from the going forth of the commandment to restore and to build Jerusalem unto the Messiah the Prince shall be seven weeks, and threescore and two weeks : the street shall be built again, and the wall, even in troublous times.
PÓgina 199 - But will God in very deed dwell with men on the earth? behold, heaven, and the heaven of heavens cannot contain thee; how much less this house that I have builded!
PÓgina 250 - YOUB horse is faint, my King — my Lord ! your gallant horse is sick — His limbs are torn, his breast is gored, on his eye the film is thick ; Mount, mount on mine, oh, mount apace, I pray thee, mount and fly ! Or in my arms I'll lift your grace — their trampling hoofs are nigh ! ' My King — my King ! you're wounded sore — the blood runs from your feet But only lay a hand before, and...
PÓgina 427 - Murmur'd deep a solemn sound: Till the sad Nine, in Greece's evil hour, Left their Parnassus for the Latian plains. Alike they scorn the pomp of tyrant Power, And coward Vice, that revels in her chains.
PÓgina 426 - But there is a spirit in man: and the inspiration of the Almighty giveth them understanding.
PÓgina 190 - Neither shall thy name any more be called Abram, but thy name shall be Abraham ; for a father of many nations have I made thee.
PÓgina 387 - For he shall be great in the sight of the Lord, and shall drink neither wine nor strong drink; and he shall be filled with the Holy Ghost, even from his mother's womb.

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