The Gentleman's Magazine, and Historical Chronicle, for the Year ..., Volume 156

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Edw. Cave, 1736-[1868], 1834 - English essays
 

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Page 423 - Sun, stand thou still upon Gibeon; and thou, Moon, in the valley of Ajalon.
Page 233 - And Joseph commanded his servants the physicians to embalm his father : and the physicians embalmed Israel. And forty days were fulfilled for him ; for so are fulfilled the days of those which are embalmed : and the Egyptians mourned for him threescore and ten days.
Page 114 - A Perfect Copy of all Summons of the Nobility to the great Councils and Parliaments of this Realm, from the 49th of King Henry III. until these present Times, SK.
Page 534 - What little suppers, or sizings, as they were called, have I enjoyed ; when jEschylus, and Plato, and Thucydides were pushed aside, with a pile of lexicons, &c. to discuss the pamphlets of the day. Ever and anon, a pamphlet issued from the pen of Burke. There was no need of having the book before us. Coleridge had read it in the morning, and in the evening he would repeat whole pages verbatim.
Page 423 - So the sun stood still in the midst of heaven, and hasted not to go down about a whole day. And there was no day like that before it or after it, that the Lord hearkened unto the voice of a man : for the Lord fought for Israel.
Page 436 - O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam ; 'Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, It ruddied all the copse-wood glen ; 'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak, And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden.
Page 330 - Behold he comes with ten thousands of his saints, to execute judgment upon them, and destroy the wicked, and reprove all the carnal, for every thing which the sinful and ungodly have done and committed against him.
Page 3 - BENEATH yon birch with silver bark, And boughs so pendulous and fair, The brook falls scatter'd down the rock : And all is mossy there ! And there upon the moss she sits, The Dark Ladie in silent pain ; The heavy tear is in her eye, And drops and swells again. Three times she sends her little page Up the castled mountain's breast...
Page 307 - ... how much meadow; how much pasture; how many mills; how many fisheries...

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