The Gentleman's Magazine, 192–193. köide

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F. Jefferies, 1852
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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Page 558 - Thus saith the Lord, Stand ye in the ways, and see, and ask for the old paths, where is the good way, and walk therein, and ye shall find rest for your souls.
Page 342 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up a high hill he heaves a huge round stone ; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Page 11 - How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies...
Page 13 - From the false world- in early youth they fled, By thee to mountains, wilds, and deserts led. You rais'd these hallow'd walls ; the desert smil'd, And Paradise was open'd in the Wild.
Page 14 - When from the censer clouds of fragrance roll, And swelling organs lift the rising soul, One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight, Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight : In seas of flame my plunging soul is drown'd, While altars blaze, and angels tremble round.
Page 346 - To give my counsels all in one, Thy tuneful flame still careful fan ; Preserve the dignity of Man, With Soul erect ; And trust, the Universal Plan Will all protect. 'And wear thou this...
Page 126 - Word ; and we do now withdraw accordingly, humbly and solemnly acknowledging the hand of the Lord in the things which have come upon us, because of our manifold sins and the sins of this Church and Nation ; but at the same time with an assured conviction that we are not responsible for any consequences that may follow from this our enforced separation...
Page 14 - Stain all my soul, and wanton in my eyes. I waste the Matin lamp in sighs for thee, Thy image steals between my God and me, Thy voice I seem in ev'ry hymn to hear, With ev'ry bead I drop too soft a tear.
Page 14 - Thy life a long dead calm of fix'd repose ; No pulse that riots, and no blood that glows. Still as the sea, ere winds were taught to blow, Or moving spirit bade the waters flow ; Soft as the slumbers of a saint forgiv"n, And mild as op'ning gleams of promis'd heav'n.
Page 345 - Tis night, and the landscape is lovely no more ; I mourn, but, ye woodlands, I mourn not for you; For morn is approaching, your charms to restore...

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