The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature, Volume 5 (Google eBook)

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Tobias George Smollett
R[ichard]. Baldwin, at the Rose in Pater-noster-Row, 1792 - English literature
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Page 307 - When Jesus heard that, he said, This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God might be glorified thereby.
Page 310 - If we let him thus alone, all men will believe on him : and the Romans shall come and take away both our place and nation.
Page 310 - And he that was dead came forth, bound hand and foot with graveclothes : and his face was bound about with a napkin. Jesus saith unto them, Loose him, and let him go.
Page 309 - And some of them said, Could not this man, which opened the eyes of the blind, have caused that even this man should not have died?
Page 311 - Jesus therefore walked no more openly among the Jews ; but went thence unto a country near to the wilderness, into a city called Ephraim, and there continued with his disciples. 55 And the Jews...
Page 311 - Now both the chief priests and the Pharisees had given a commandment, that, if any man knew where he were, he should shew it, that they might take him.
Page 309 - Mary her sister secretly, saying, The Master is come, and calleth for thee. 29 As soon as she heard that, she arose quickly, and came unto him. 30 Now Jesus was not yet come into the town, but was in that place where Martha met him. 31 The Jews then which were with her in the house, and comforted her, when they saw Mary that she rose up hastily, and went out, followed her, saying, She goeth unto the grave to weep there.
Page 310 - And Jesus lifted up his eyes, and said, Father, I thank thee that thou hast heard me : 42 And I knew that thou...
Page 564 - I had told them the day before, that the prisoners would obtain their pardon. I made Mrs. Mills take off her own hood, and put on that which I had brought for her. I then took her by the hand, and led her out of my Lord's chamber ; and in passing through the next room, in which there were several people, with all the concern imaginable, I said, My dear Mrs.
Page 366 - Johnson had a fund of humour, but he did not know it ; nor was he willing to descend to the familiar idiom, and the variety of diction, which that mode of composition required. The letter, in the Rambler, N°.

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