The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature, Volume 68; Volume 1789

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Tobias Smollett
R[ichard]. Baldwin, at the Rose in Pater-noster-Row, 1789 - Books
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Page 1 - ORIGINAL LETTERS, written during the Reigns of Henry VI., Edward IV., and Richard III., by various Persons of Rank or Consequence.
Page 352 - And he sent them to Bethlehem, and said, Go, and search diligently for the young child, and when ye have found him, bring me word again, that I may come and worship him also.
Page 325 - But if it be a question of words and names, and of your law, look ye to it; for I will be no judge of such matters.
Page 467 - Of genius, that power which constitutes a poet; that quality without which judgment is cold, and knowledge is inert; that energy which collects, combines, amplifies and animates ; the superiority must, with some hesitation, be allowed to Dryden.
Page 273 - Pilate therefore went forth again, and saith unto them, Behold, I bring him forth to you, that ye may know that I find no fault in him.
Page 428 - I had the curiosity to break down, to inform myself of the internal structure of it, and found it equally ingenious with that of the external. There are many entrances, each of which forms a regular street, with nests on both sides, at about two inches
Page 273 - But as it is, my kingdom is not from here.' Pilate asked him, 'So you are a king?' Jesus answered, 'You say that I am a king. For this I was born, and for this I came into the world, to testify to the truth. Everyone who belongs to the truth listens to my voice.
Page 377 - Stay thy soft murmuring waters, gentle Rill ; Hush, whispering Winds; ye rustling Leaves, be still; Rest, silver Butterflies, your quivering wings ; Alight, ye Beetles, from your airy rings ; Ye painted Moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your wide horns, your spiral trunks uncurl; Glitter, ye Glow-worms, on your mossy beds ; Descend, ye Spiders, on your lengthened threads ; Slide here, ye horned Snails, with varnished shells; Ye Bee-nymphs, listen in your waxen cells...
Page 417 - ... an Account of a Particular Change of Structure in the Human Ovarium.
Page 287 - ... from the shoulder to the ends of the fingers. It is equally clear that intellectual life, or the powers of the understanding and the mind, make themselves most apparent in the circumference and form of the solid parts of the head, especially the forehead ; though they will discover themselves to an attentive and accurate eye in every part and point of the human body, by the congeniality and harmony of the various parts, as will be frequently noticed in the course of this work.

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