The Eclectic Review, 23. kötetC. Taylor, 1825 |
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... reason of that poetical form wherewith they are written . ' As prophetical records , as devotional compositions , and as the sublimest , as well as the most ancient specimens of lyric poetry , it is impossible to venerate too highly ...
... reason of that poetical form wherewith they are written . ' As prophetical records , as devotional compositions , and as the sublimest , as well as the most ancient specimens of lyric poetry , it is impossible to venerate too highly ...
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... reason have I been accustomed to call this book the anatomy of all the parts of the mind , since there is no emotion of which any one can be conscious , that is not imaged here as in a glass . In fact , whatever pains , sorrows , fears ...
... reason have I been accustomed to call this book the anatomy of all the parts of the mind , since there is no emotion of which any one can be conscious , that is not imaged here as in a glass . In fact , whatever pains , sorrows , fears ...
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... lyric character . The mere title of Psalms , even admitting , what it is hard to admit , that they were all originally written for . musical recitation , cannot supply a sufficient reason that they 4 Mant's Version of the Psalms .
... lyric character . The mere title of Psalms , even admitting , what it is hard to admit , that they were all originally written for . musical recitation , cannot supply a sufficient reason that they 4 Mant's Version of the Psalms .
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musical recitation , cannot supply a sufficient reason that they should be indiscriminately adopted into Christian worship . But both the old and the new metrical versions of the English Church , the Scotch Psalms , and , to a great ...
musical recitation , cannot supply a sufficient reason that they should be indiscriminately adopted into Christian worship . But both the old and the new metrical versions of the English Church , the Scotch Psalms , and , to a great ...
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... reason that he has not better succeeded in a task , the varied difficulties of which render the mere attempt honourable , and failure respectable . We think that he has undertaken too much in proposing to give a new metrical version of ...
... reason that he has not better succeeded in a task , the varied difficulties of which render the mere attempt honourable , and failure respectable . We think that he has undertaken too much in proposing to give a new metrical version of ...
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346. oldal - Now the end of the commandment is charity out of a pure heart, and of a good conscience, and of faith unfeigned...
348. oldal - And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come, and the time of the dead, that they should be judged and that thou shouldest give reward unto thy servants the prophets, and to the saints, and them that fear thy name, small and great; and shouldest destroy them which destroy the earth.
202. oldal - Through me you pass into the city of woe: Through me you pass into eternal pain: Through me among the people lost for aye. Justice the founder of my fabric moved: To rear me was the task of Power divine, Supremest Wisdom, and primeval Love. 19 Before me things create were none, save things Eternal, and eternal I endure. All hope abandon, ye who enter here.
80. oldal - Who hath not lost a friend ? There is no union here of hearts, That finds not here an end : Were this frail world our only rest, Living or dying none were blest. Beyond the flight of time, Beyond this vale of death, There surely is some blessed clime Where life is not a breath, Nor life's affections transient fire, Whose sparks fly upward to expire.
350. oldal - Who is that mysterious WORD, that was, " in the beginning, with God ?" Who is the " Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the ending, the first and the last...
240. oldal - His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, but he perceiveth it not of them. 22 But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.
120. oldal - TRIUMPHAL arch, that fill'st the sky When storms prepare to part, I ask not proud Philosophy To teach me what thou art — Still seem, as to my childhood's sight, A midway station given For happy spirits to alight Betwixt the earth and heaven. Can all that Optics teach, unfold Thy form to please me so, As when I dreamt of gems and gold Hid in thy radiant bow ? When Science from Creation's face Enchantment's veil withdraws, What lovely visions yield their place To cold material laws...
80. oldal - FRIEND after friend departs : Who hath not lost a friend? There is no union here of hearts That finds not here an end: Were this frail world our final rest, Living or dying, none were blest.
365. oldal - All the paths of the Lord are mercy and truth unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.
121. oldal - O'er mountains yet untrod, Each mother held aloft her child To bless the bow of God. Methinks thy jubilee to keep, The first-made anthem rang On earth delivered from the deep, And the first poet sang. Nor ever shall the Muse's...