The Quarterly Review, Volume 101

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William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle)
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Pagina 421 - FRIEND OF HUMANITY I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damned first, — Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance! — Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded, Spiritless outcast!
Pagina 332 - Sure I must fight, if I would reign ; Increase my courage, Lord ; I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, Supported, by thy word.
Pagina 166 - He that is first in his own cause seemeth just; but his neighbour cometh and searcheth him.
Pagina 174 - ... me. I do not here stand before you accused of venality, or of neglect of duty. It is not said, that, in the long period of my service, I have in a single instance sacrificed the slightest of your interests to my ambition, or to my fortune. It is not alleged, that, to gratify any anger or revenge of my own, or of my party, I have had a share in wronging or oppressing any description of men, or any one man of any description.
Pagina 83 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Pagina 7 - Many precious rites And customs of our rural ancestry Are gone, or stealing from us ; this, I hope, Will last for ever.
Pagina 330 - He burneth part thereof in the fire; with part thereof he eateth flesh; he roasteth roast, and is satisfied: yea, he warmeth himself, and saith, Aha, I am warm, I have seen the fire...
Pagina 483 - Lo ! He comes, with clouds descending, Once for favored sinners slain ; Thousand thousand saints attending Swell the triumph of His train ; Hallelujah ! God appears on earth to reign ! 2 Every eye shall now behold Him, Robed in dreadful majesty ; Those who set at naught and sold Him, Pierced, and nailed Him to the Tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see.
Pagina 337 - Is it his object to provoke some of us to kick him as we would a dog in the street, that he may get sympathy upon the just chastisement...
Pagina 332 - Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease ? While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through bloody seas? 3 Are there no foes for me to face ? Must I not stem the flood ? Is this vile world a friend to grace, To help me on to God...

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