The Eclectic Review, Volumen 8;Volumen 56

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Página 184 - None of them can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him...
Página 457 - For swift to east and swift to west the ghastly war-flame spread, High on St. Michael's Mount it shone: it shone on Beachy Head. Far on the deep the Spaniard saw, along each southern shire, Cape beyond cape, in endless range, those twinkling points of fire.
Página 424 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Página 517 - Let both grow together until the harvest : and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.
Página 188 - And it came to pass, as they still went on and talked, that, behold, there appeared a chariot of fire, and horses of fire, and parted them both asunder; and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven.
Página 549 - the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of cruelty...
Página 456 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flag-staff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids: Ho ! gunners, fire a loud salute : ho ! gallants, draw your blades : Thou sun, shine on her joyously — ye breezes, waft her wide ; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Página 183 - Wherefore the rather, brethren, give diligence to make your calling and election sure : for if ye do these things, ye shall never fall : for so an entrance shall be ministered unto you abundantly into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ...
Página 543 - A TROUBLE, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height : Spirits of power, assembled there, complain For kindred power departing from their sight ; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again.
Página 424 - Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground ; Perils and snares beset thee round : Beware of all ; guard every part ; But most the traitor in thy heart. 5 Come, then, my soul ! now learn to wield The weight of thine immortal shield ; Put on the armor from above Of heavenly truth, and heavenly love.

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