The Student, Or, The Oxford and Cambridge Monthly Miscellany, Volume 2

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J. Newbery ... J. Barrett in Oxford, and J. Merrill in Cambridge, 1751 - Students
 

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Page 88 - The face of the Lord is against them that do evil, To cut off the remembrance of them from the earth.
Page 53 - The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation : he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation ; my father's God, and I will exalt him.
Page 143 - So vast is art, so narrow human wit : Not only bounded to peculiar arts, But oft' in those confin'd to single parts.
Page 140 - Shew some token upon me for good, that they who hate me may see it, and be ashamed : because thou, Lord, hast holpen me, and comforted me. PSALM 87. Fundamenta ejus. HER foundations are upon the holy hills : the Lord loveth the gates of Sion more than all the dwellings of Jacob.
Page 366 - And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along. Duch. Alas ! poor Richard ! where rides he the while ? York. As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious : Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Page 99 - Zebulun and Naphtali were a people that jeoparded their lives unto the death In the high places of the field.
Page 138 - The kings came and fought, then fought the kings of Canaan in Taanach by the the waters of Megiddo ; they took no gain of money.
Page 99 - Then he made him that remaineth have dominion over the nobles among the people: the LORD made me have dominion over the mighty. 14 Out of Ephraim was there a root of them against Amalek; after thee, Benjamin, among thy people; out of Machir came down governors, and out of Zebulun they that handle the pen of the writer.
Page 25 - Till generous Bacchus help'd to fan the Fire. Warm'd by two Gods at once, they drink and write, Rhyme all the Day, and fuddle all the Night. Homer, fays Horace, nods in many a Place, But hints, he nodded oftner o'er the Glafs.
Page 169 - At her feet he bowed he fell, he lay down at her feet he bowed, he fell where he bowed, there he fell down dead...

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