The Eclectic Review

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Thomas Price, William Hendry Stowell, Edwin Paxton Hood, Jonathan Edwards Ryland
Hodder and Stoughton, 1866
This periodical is comprised mainly of book reviews. The majority of the books reviewed are religious in nature, however, books with various topics-most notably books on historical topics and books of poetry are also reviewed.
 

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Sida 92 - I am not scrupulous to converse and live with them, to enter their churches in defect of ours, and either pray with them, or for them.
Sida 402 - Open to me the gates of righteousness: I will go into them, and I will praise the Lord: This gate of the Lord: Into which the righteous shall enter.
Sida 503 - Before the beginning of years, There came to the making of man Time, with a gift of tears ; Grief, with a glass that ran ; Pleasure, with pain for leaven ; Summer, with flowers that fell ; Remembrance fallen from heaven, And madness risen from hell ; Strength without hands to smite ; Love that endures for a breath ; Night, the shadow of light, And life, the shadow of death.
Sida 169 - For what the law could not do, in that it was weak through the flesh, God sending his own Son in the likeness of sinful flesh, and for sin, condemned sin in the flesh: that the righteousness of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.
Sida 238 - Fair clime! where every season smiles Benignant o'er those blessed isles, Which, seen from far Colonna's height, Make glad the heart that hails the sight, And lend to loneliness delight. There mildly dimpling, Ocean's cheek Reflects the tints of many a peak Caught by the laughing tides that lave These Edens of the Eastern wave...
Sida 160 - So that, upon the whole, we may conclude that the Christian religion not only was at first attended with miracles, but even at this day cannot be believed by any reasonable person without one.
Sida 290 - HOW vain are all things here below ; How false, and yet how fair ! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And every sweet a snare.
Sida 103 - The trivial round, the common task, Would furnish all we ought to ask; Room to deny ourselves ; a road To bring us, daily, nearer God.
Sida 427 - ... his Chubb too early to bed — is always ready for a bit of fun, lies in wait for it, and you may, if choleric, to your relief, kick him instead of some one else, who would not take it so meekly, and, moreover, would certainly not, as he does, ask your pardon for being kicked.
Sida 272 - Who coverest thyself with light as with a garment: who stretchest out the heavens like a curtain: Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind...

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