The Poor churchman's quarterly magazine, ed. by T.K. Arnold, Volume 1

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Thomas Kerchever Arnold
1837

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Página 17 - I am come amongst you as you see at this time, not for my recreation and disport, but being resolved, in the midst and heat of the battle, to live or die amongst you all, to lay down for my God, and for my kingdom, and for my people, my honour and my blood, even in the dust.
Página 226 - I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight: I will break in pieces the gates of brass, and cut in sunder the bars of iron...
Página 24 - So, for curious and carnal persons, lacking the Spirit of Christ, to have continually before their eyes the sentence of God's Predestination, is a most dangerous downfall, whereby the Devil doth thrust them either into desperation, or into wretchlessness of most unclean living, no less perilous than desperation.
Página 69 - Thus this brook has conveyed his ashes into Avon, Avon into Severn, Severn into the narrow seas, they into the main ocean; and thus the ashes of Wickliffe are the emblem of his doctrine, which now is dispersed all the world over.
Página 89 - Why lodge ye about the wall ? if ye do so again, I will lay hands on you. From that time forth came they no more on the sabbath.
Página 38 - ... and when I began to multiply the strokes of one day by^ those of months and years, really it is no wonder if I felt discouraged at the prospect ; so, after a great deal of reasoning and hesitation, thinks I to myself I'll stop.
Página 17 - I know I have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but I have the heart and stomach of a king, and of a king of England too...
Página 53 - Seeing then that all these things shall be dissolved, what manner of persons ought ye to be in all holy conversation and godliness...
Página 86 - There is a day of sunny rest For every dark and troubled night ; And grief may bide an evening guest, But joy shall come with early light. And thou who, o'er thy friend's low bier, Sheddest the bitter drops like rain, Hope that a brighter, happier sphere Will give him to thy arms again.
Página 39 - Not in the least," replied the pendulum, " it is not of six strokes that I complain, nor of sixty, but of millions.'' " Very good," replied the dial; "but recollect, that though you may think of a million strokes in an instant, you are required to execute but one; and that, however often you may hereafter have to swing, a moment will always be given you to swing in.

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