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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... head of English periodical literature . This is the true , the rightful position of The Gentleman's Magazine ; and in its new series the volume which I now present to my readers is , I hope , a suffi- cient guarantee that in that ...
... head of English periodical literature . This is the true , the rightful position of The Gentleman's Magazine ; and in its new series the volume which I now present to my readers is , I hope , a suffi- cient guarantee that in that ...
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... head was erect , and he smiled without effort . " Surely , " I thought in my shambling way , " surely this is a victorious man , come to see me in the day of his triumph . " I began mentally to chide myself for being cynical about ...
... head was erect , and he smiled without effort . " Surely , " I thought in my shambling way , " surely this is a victorious man , come to see me in the day of his triumph . " I began mentally to chide myself for being cynical about ...
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... head against the wall , and cried like a child . " And he wept - aye , and sobbed , as he told me the story . Little as I can sympathise now with the outside battle ( because I have nearly ceased to understand it ) , I wept too . Thank ...
... head against the wall , and cried like a child . " And he wept - aye , and sobbed , as he told me the story . Little as I can sympathise now with the outside battle ( because I have nearly ceased to understand it ) , I wept too . Thank ...
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... head cook man , The page he bent his knee ; " The supper dress , my lady call This night to sup with me ! " " What is your will , my own wed lord , What is your will with me ? " " I'm sick to death , my lady fair , And would be nursed ...
... head cook man , The page he bent his knee ; " The supper dress , my lady call This night to sup with me ! " " What is your will , my own wed lord , What is your will with me ? " " I'm sick to death , my lady fair , And would be nursed ...
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Old Robin with his own bright sword Sir Gyles his head did win ; So did he all his followers , Who ne'er went out again . Up , then , came that lady fair , With torches burning bright ; She thought to give Sir Gyles a drink , But found ...
Old Robin with his own bright sword Sir Gyles his head did win ; So did he all his followers , Who ne'er went out again . Up , then , came that lady fair , With torches burning bright ; She thought to give Sir Gyles a drink , But found ...
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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.
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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.
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