Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, 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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... seemed to have met in that vision of loveliness . There was a tender eloquence in her eyes . Her lips , while they were sufficiently full and well - defined to denote generosity and a love of pleasure , had the delicacy of refinement ...
... seemed to have met in that vision of loveliness . There was a tender eloquence in her eyes . Her lips , while they were sufficiently full and well - defined to denote generosity and a love of pleasure , had the delicacy of refinement ...
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... seemed to linger about her and make her saint - like . My eyes would wander from hers to the angel choir of the western window , filling my soul with strange dreams of an earthly paradise . The sister of my beloved was cast in an ...
... seemed to linger about her and make her saint - like . My eyes would wander from hers to the angel choir of the western window , filling my soul with strange dreams of an earthly paradise . The sister of my beloved was cast in an ...
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... seemed to throw my whole mind into chaos . Acting upon my father's command , I blundered into the room , hot and confused , but with sufficient presence of mind to make my best and most courteous bow . " George Himbleton , " said the ...
... seemed to throw my whole mind into chaos . Acting upon my father's command , I blundered into the room , hot and confused , but with sufficient presence of mind to make my best and most courteous bow . " George Himbleton , " said the ...
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... seemed so absorbed in the prospect of her complete recovery , that the Count plainly saw he had done his daughter's heart injustice . In his exceeding joy he could not refrain from confessing to me the purport of his conversation with ...
... seemed so absorbed in the prospect of her complete recovery , that the Count plainly saw he had done his daughter's heart injustice . In his exceeding joy he could not refrain from confessing to me the purport of his conversation with ...
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... seemed to pierce my soul , I could not bear ; with difficulty I stammered out some excuse for having disturbed her . She was silent , but her eyes were fixed After a long pause , she at length said , " You speak of joy , my friend , but ...
... seemed to pierce my soul , I could not bear ; with difficulty I stammered out some excuse for having disturbed her . She was silent , but her eyes were fixed After a long pause , she at length said , " You speak of joy , my friend , but ...
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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.