The Quarterly Review, Volumes 9-10

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John Murray, 1813

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Pagina 332 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of death is fled, The first dark day of nothingness, The last of danger and distress...
Pagina 121 - Who is on my side? who?" And there looked out to him two or three eunuchs. And he said, "Throw her down." So they threw her down: and some of her blood was sprinkled on the wall, and on the horses : and he trode her under foot.
Pagina 201 - God give thee of the dew of heaven, and the fatness of the earth, and plenty of corn and wine: let people serve thee, and nations bow down to thee: be lord over thy brethren, and let thy mother's sons bow down to thee: cursed be every one that curseth thee, and blessed be he that blesseth thee.
Pagina 335 - Moses my servant is dead; now therefore arise, go over this Jordan, thou, and all this people, unto the land which I do give to them, even to the children of Israel. Every place that the sole of your foot shall tread upon, that have I given unto you, as I said unto Moses.
Pagina 126 - It came from mine own heart, so to my head, And thence into my fingers trickled; Then to my pen, from whence immediately On paper I did dribble it daintily.
Pagina 107 - All things come by Nature. And the elements and stars came over me ; so that I was in a manner quite clouded with it.
Pagina 336 - Tis left to fly or fall alone. With wounded wing, or bleeding breast, Ah! Where shall either victim rest? Can this with faded pinion soar From rose to tulip as before? Or beauty, blighted in an hour, Find joy within her broken bower?
Pagina 336 - Woe waits the insect and the maid; A life of pain, the loss of peace, From infant's play and man's caprice; The lovely toy so fiercely sought, Hath lost its charm by being caught, For every touch that wooed its stay Hath brushed its brightest hues away, Till charm, and hue, and beauty gone, 'Tis left to fly or fall alone.
Pagina 114 - England is one of the most singular books in this or in any other language. Its puns and its poems, its sermons and its anagrams, render it unique in its kind.
Pagina 108 - There is a spirit which I feel, that delights to do no evil, nor to revenge any wrong, but delights to endure all things, in hope to enjoy its own in the end: its hope is to outlive all wrath and contention, and to weary out all exaltation and cruelty, or whatever is of a nature contrary to itself.

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