Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine, Том 5Douglas Jerrold Punch Office, 1847 Contains Douglas Jerrold's novel St. Giles and St. James (selected issues, no. 1-29), illustrated by Leech. |
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Сторінка 226 - A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Сторінка 93 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Сторінка 337 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Сторінка 96 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up, So quick bright things come to confusion.
Сторінка 224 - There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword : but the tongue of the wise is health.
Сторінка 93 - This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings...
Сторінка 94 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Сторінка 309 - The invention all admired, and each, how he To be the inventor missed ; so easy it seemed Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible...
Сторінка 235 - A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows ; One should our interests and our passions be ; My friend must hate the man that injures me.