The Edinburgh Review, or Critical Journal: for July,1834,.......January, 1835

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Page 83 - And the resplendent rivers ; his to enjoy With a propriety that none can feel. But who with filial confidence inspired Can lift to heaven an unpresumptuous eye, And smiling say — My Father made them all.
Page 371 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Page 76 - Day, like our souls, is fiercely dark ; What then ? 'Tis day !• We sleep no more ; the cock crows — hark ! To arms ! away ! They come ! they come ! the knell is rung Of us or them ; Wide o'er their march the pomp is flung Of gold and gem. What collared hound of lawless sway, To famine dear — What pensioned slave of Attila, Leads in the rear?
Page 487 - The visible Church of Christ is a congregation of faithful men, in the which the pure Word of God is preached, and the Sacraments be duly ministered according to Christ's ordinance, in all those things that of necessity are requisite to the same.
Page 192 - Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 84 - Say, shall we wander where, through warriors' graves, The infant Yewden, mountain-cradled, trills Her doric notes ? Or, where the Locksley raves Of broil and battle, and the rocks and caves Dream yet of ancient...
Page 78 - Lo, heaven's bright bow is glad! Lo, trees and flowers, all clad In glory, bloom! And shall the mortal sons of God Be senseless as the trodden clod, And darker than the tomb ? No, by the mind of man ! By the swart artisan ! By God, our sire! Our souls have holy light within; And every form of grief and sin Shall see and feel its fire, By earth, and hell, and heaven, The shroud of souls is riven!
Page 377 - To give a stronger impulse and a more systematic direction to scientific inquiry; to promote the intercourse of those who cultivate science in different parts of the British Empire with one another, and with foreign philosophers ; to obtain a more general attention to the objects of science, and a removal of any disadvantages of a public kind which impede its progress.
Page 279 - Yes, I will tell you readily about my creatures, whom I endeavoured to paint as nearly as I could and dared ; for, in some cases, I dared not. This you will readily admit : besides, charity bade me be cautious, Thus far you are correct : there is not one of whom I had not in my mind the original...
Page 503 - Refrain from these men, and let them alone: for if this counsel or this work be of men, it will come to nought: But if it be of God, ye cannot overthrow it; lest haply ye be found even to fight against God.

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