The Monthly Review, Volume 14

Ralph Griffiths, George Edward Griffiths
R. Griffiths., 1756
Editors: May 1749-Sept. 1803, Ralph Griffiths; Oct. 1803-Apr. 1825, G. E. Griffiths.

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Pagina 499 - towards the fouth, and turneth about unto the north ; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. 7" All the rivers run into the fea, yet the fea is not full: Unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Pagina 434 - All the Kings of the nations, even *• all of them, lie in glory, every one in his own houfe. But " thou art caft out of thy grave like an abominable branch, *' and as the raiment of thofe that are flain, thruft through *' with a fword, that go down to the ftones of the pit; as a
Pagina 582 - and force may be conveyed from one to another, is to me fo great an abfurdity, that I believe no man who has, in philofophical matters, a competent faculty of thinking, can ever fall into it. Gravity
Pagina 244 - of my teeth. 21. Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends, for the hand of God hath touched me. 22. Why do ye perfecute me as God, and are
Pagina 243 - me my reproach : 7. Behold I cry out of wrong;, but I am not heard : I cry aloud, but there is no judgment. 8. He hath fenced up my way that I cannot pafs, and he hath
Pagina 522 - and honour his abilities; but I do not think him at the head of his profeffion.— In that fpecies of poetry wherein Pope excelled, he is fuperior to all mankind ; and I only fay, that this fpecies of poetry is not the moft excellent one of the art. We do not, it fhould feem,
Pagina 243 - me of my glory, and taken the crown from my head. 10. He hath deftroyed me on every fide, and I am gone : and mine hope hath he removed like a tree.
Pagina 499 - yet the fea is not full: Unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again.
Pagina 556 - wanted to force me from him, that they might cut me in pieces, faying the order was, not to fpare even infants at the breaft. All the good man could do, was to conduct me privately to a diftant chamber, where he locked me
Pagina 244 - 23. O that my words were now written! O that they were printed in a book! 24: That they were graven With an iron pen and lead, in the

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