The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 4;Том 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... noble - browed , strong - limbed gentleman who carried me on his shoulders up the factory stairs into that little room where he planned and drew those wonderful designs for the net - makers . But my memory instantly wanders to an old ...
... noble - browed , strong - limbed gentleman who carried me on his shoulders up the factory stairs into that little room where he planned and drew those wonderful designs for the net - makers . But my memory instantly wanders to an old ...
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... noble matches of the gentry , and could not , like lords and gentlemen , bet a thousand guineas on Helmsgail , against Phelim - ghe- madone . CHAPTER X. AN OUTSIDER'S VIEW OF MEN AND THINGS . MAN has a notion of revenging himself on ...
... noble matches of the gentry , and could not , like lords and gentlemen , bet a thousand guineas on Helmsgail , against Phelim - ghe- madone . CHAPTER X. AN OUTSIDER'S VIEW OF MEN AND THINGS . MAN has a notion of revenging himself on ...
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... noble mien reflected back The lustre of his stately birth , the while It seemed so fitted to his pride of place , And that same pride beseemed his mien so well , ' Twere hard to say whether to high estate Such princely virtues rather ...
... noble mien reflected back The lustre of his stately birth , the while It seemed so fitted to his pride of place , And that same pride beseemed his mien so well , ' Twere hard to say whether to high estate Such princely virtues rather ...
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His the true gift of conscious eloquence With noble language gracing noble thoughts , That bowed the listening senate to his will , Truth on his lips , persuasion on his tongue . A faithful counsellor and guide to her , Who God ...
His the true gift of conscious eloquence With noble language gracing noble thoughts , That bowed the listening senate to his will , Truth on his lips , persuasion on his tongue . A faithful counsellor and guide to her , Who God ...
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... noble coun- tenance , as she waits in the antechamber , to pass . She should have garnered , in the almost complete century she has spent under the stars , a profitable round of experiences . That she has suffered I know ; for sorrow ...
... noble coun- tenance , as she waits in the antechamber , to pass . She should have garnered , in the almost complete century she has spent under the stars , a profitable round of experiences . That she has suffered I know ; for sorrow ...
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Сторінка 546 - I will not be put to the question. Don't you consider, Sir, that these are not the manners of a gentleman ? I will not be baited with what and why ; what is this ? what is that ? why is a cow's tail long? why is a fox's tail bushy ?" The gentleman, who was a good deal out of countenance, said, " Why, Sir, you are so good, that I venture to trouble you.
Сторінка 198 - As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious ; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on Richard ; no man cried, God save him...
Сторінка 197 - Pity it is that the momentary beauties flowing from an harmonious elocution cannot, like those of poetry, be their own record; that the animated graces of the player can live no longer than the instant breath and motion that presents them, or at best can but faintly glimmer through the memory or imperfect attestation of a few surviving spectators...
Сторінка 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Сторінка 68 - No more be grieved at that which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud; Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun, And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
Сторінка 552 - He had thought more than any body supposed, and had a pretty good stock of general learning and knowledge. He had all Dr. Johnson's principles, with some degree of relaxation. He had rather too little, than too much prudence; and, his imagination being lively, he often said things of which the effect was very different from the intention. He resembled sometimes The best good man, with the worst natur'd muse.
Сторінка 542 - Mr. Boswell amounted almost to pain. His eyes goggled with eagerness; he leant his ear almost on the shoulder of the Doctor; and his mouth dropped open to catch every syllable that might be uttered : nay, he seemed not only to dread losing a word, but to be anxious not to miss a breathing; as if hoping from it, latently or mystically, some information.
Сторінка 126 - Now there is nothing in the understanding which was not before in the sense. And, therefore, to exercise the senses well about the right perceiving the differences of things, will be to lay the grounds for all wisdom, and all wise discourse, and all discreet actions in one's course of life.
Сторінка 65 - From henceforth, this damning guilty secret became the ruling force in his life, holding him with a morbid fascination, yet filling him with remorse and anguish and insane dread of detection.
Сторінка 197 - The painter dead, yet still he charms the eye; While England lives, his fame can never die: But he who struts his hour upon the stage, Can scarce extend his fame for half an age; Nor pen nor pencil can the actor save, The art, and artist, share one common grave.