The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1871 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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... took compassion upon the adulteress and the thief ? An it be a sin to feel an inward rebellion against any heaven that does not give back to us our loved ones , my soul will never be purged of its wickedness . It likes me well to labour ...
... took compassion upon the adulteress and the thief ? An it be a sin to feel an inward rebellion against any heaven that does not give back to us our loved ones , my soul will never be purged of its wickedness . It likes me well to labour ...
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... took on all sides , Numbering twice over the letters " Patience , " From P A to C E - I doubt not but in small time ... took a blow , sirrah . Lap . I would you had , indeed ! Why , you may see , Sir , You'll all come to't in time , when ...
... took on all sides , Numbering twice over the letters " Patience , " From P A to C E - I doubt not but in small time ... took a blow , sirrah . Lap . I would you had , indeed ! Why , you may see , Sir , You'll all come to't in time , when ...
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... took it into her head to join the party . I had already retired to my own room , and was sitting in a dreamy reverie over my future fate , holding the nosegay which she had given me in both hands the light was dimly burning , and the ...
... took it into her head to join the party . I had already retired to my own room , and was sitting in a dreamy reverie over my future fate , holding the nosegay which she had given me in both hands the light was dimly burning , and the ...
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... took the book as before , and so she remained until we left . Then she rose , placed her hand on her heart , gave me one thrilling look , and hastily quitted the room . The Prince had remarked both the gesture and look , and his dark ...
... took the book as before , and so she remained until we left . Then she rose , placed her hand on her heart , gave me one thrilling look , and hastily quitted the room . The Prince had remarked both the gesture and look , and his dark ...
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... took the portmanteau off the dead horse . I mounted the one which had been ridden by the Prince before he fell , and we both hastened away at a pace that baffled all pursuit . CHAPTER VII . THE first rays of the rising sun gleamed upon ...
... took the portmanteau off the dead horse . I mounted the one which had been ridden by the Prince before he fell , and we both hastened away at a pace that baffled all pursuit . CHAPTER VII . THE first rays of the rising sun gleamed upon ...
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Сторінка 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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Сторінка 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...
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Сторінка 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,
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 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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