The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 231A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1871 - Early English newspapers The "Gentleman's magazine" section is a digest of selections from the weekly press; the "(Trader's) monthly intelligencer" section consists of news (foreign and domestic), vital statistics, a register of the month's new publications, and a calendar of forthcoming trade fairs. |
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... carried . Cham . Will you forward ? Lap . Then , there's your souse , your wherrit , and your dowst ; Tugs on the hair , your bob o ' th ' lips , a whelp on't ! I ne'er could find much difference . Now your thump , A thing deriv'd first ...
... carried . Cham . Will you forward ? Lap . Then , there's your souse , your wherrit , and your dowst ; Tugs on the hair , your bob o ' th ' lips , a whelp on't ! I ne'er could find much difference . Now your thump , A thing deriv'd first ...
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... carried out in the scenes where he figures , seems to have rendered the play a popular one in our authors ' time . The idea , no doubt , is irresistibly droll - that of a man whose ill - health draws him to the wars ; who is a perfect ...
... carried out in the scenes where he figures , seems to have rendered the play a popular one in our authors ' time . The idea , no doubt , is irresistibly droll - that of a man whose ill - health draws him to the wars ; who is a perfect ...
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... carry it with honour . La Writ . H'm ! Say you so ? If I should be such a coxcomb to prove valiant , now ! Cler . I know thou art most valiant . La Writ . Do you think so ? I am undone for ever if it prove so . that , my honest friend ...
... carry it with honour . La Writ . H'm ! Say you so ? If I should be such a coxcomb to prove valiant , now ! Cler . I know thou art most valiant . La Writ . Do you think so ? I am undone for ever if it prove so . that , my honest friend ...
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... carried on a considerable trade . He talked of the acquaintance he had made at Battaglia , and at length began to speak of the German Countess as a marvel of grace and beauty . How my heart beat ! He appeared to know nothing about the ...
... carried on a considerable trade . He talked of the acquaintance he had made at Battaglia , and at length began to speak of the German Countess as a marvel of grace and beauty . How my heart beat ! He appeared to know nothing about the ...
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... carried him forthwith to Basinghall Street . Who that is aged enough to recollect can ever forget the old Fleet Market , and the Fleet Ditch , with the approaches to the ever- memorable Fleet Prison ? Farringdon Street and Farringdon ...
... carried him forthwith to Basinghall Street . Who that is aged enough to recollect can ever forget the old Fleet Market , and the Fleet Ditch , with the approaches to the ever- memorable Fleet Prison ? Farringdon Street and Farringdon ...
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Page 642 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace.
Page 707 - Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease; Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne...
Page 708 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Page 707 - Like Cato, give his little senate laws, And sit attentive to his own applause ; While wits and templars every sentence raise, And wonder with a foolish face of praise — Who but must laugh if such a man there be ? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he...
Page 701 - In the first rank of these did Zimri stand; A man so various, that he seem'd to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome: Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong; Was everything by starts, and nothing long; But, in the course of one revolving moon, Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon: Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking. Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 816 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, " Place me in the barge,
Page 328 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Page 284 - OFTEN I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still : " A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.
Page 490 - Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Page 489 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.