The Gentleman's Magazine, Band 234Bradbury, Evans, 1873 |
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... Talk . By SYLVANUS URBAN , Gentleman 109 , 231 , 358 , 482 , 608 , Tennyson's Last Idyll . A Study . By the Rev. Dr. LEARY , D.C.L. Texican Rangers , The . By ARTHUR CLIVE • Thibet , A " Stalk " in . By FRED WILSON • 344 . 353 726 · 76 ...
... Talk . By SYLVANUS URBAN , Gentleman 109 , 231 , 358 , 482 , 608 , Tennyson's Last Idyll . A Study . By the Rev. Dr. LEARY , D.C.L. Texican Rangers , The . By ARTHUR CLIVE • Thibet , A " Stalk " in . By FRED WILSON • 344 . 353 726 · 76 ...
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... talk about on that first evening we had been alone since my marriage . The next morning I was up and dressed by six o'clock , wondering how the hours would pass till our father's return at midday . Janey proposed that , as she had a ...
... talk about on that first evening we had been alone since my marriage . The next morning I was up and dressed by six o'clock , wondering how the hours would pass till our father's return at midday . Janey proposed that , as she had a ...
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... talk of our- selves , but I saw that he had steadfastly set his face against anything like an explanation . And as it did not come then , it is not likely to come at all . Ah , me ! can I show in my life what Harry has never allowed me ...
... talk of our- selves , but I saw that he had steadfastly set his face against anything like an explanation . And as it did not come then , it is not likely to come at all . Ah , me ! can I show in my life what Harry has never allowed me ...
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... talk this matter over . Meanwhile , I drink to your fame , Nicodemus , and wish you in the traditional good old fashion A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ! ' " Nic put his glass to his lips , and pushed An Editorial Mystery . 55.
... talk this matter over . Meanwhile , I drink to your fame , Nicodemus , and wish you in the traditional good old fashion A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ! ' " Nic put his glass to his lips , and pushed An Editorial Mystery . 55.
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... Lucy's morning room to have a chat with his niece . " I want to talk seriously to you , sir , this morning , " said Lucy the moment her uncle entered the room . " What is the matter , my child ? " H 2 Stranger than Fiction . 99.
... Lucy's morning room to have a chat with his niece . " I want to talk seriously to you , sir , this morning , " said Lucy the moment her uncle entered the room . " What is the matter , my child ? " H 2 Stranger than Fiction . 99.
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Seite 320 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Seite 646 - But love, first learned in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power, And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices.
Seite 313 - Of every hearer; for it so falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lack'd and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us Whiles it was ours.
Seite 651 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Seite 639 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their ( emperor...
Seite 415 - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; — a miserable world : — As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, — and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir...
Seite 632 - Be absolute for death; either death, or life, Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life,— If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Seite 311 - tis in ourselves that we are thus, or thus. Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which our wills are gardeners : so that if we will plant nettles, or sow lettuce ; set hyssop, and weed up thyme ; supply it with one gender of herbs, or distract it with many; either to have it steril with idleness, or manured with industry ; why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Seite 646 - And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious seeing to the eye ; A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind ; A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd ; Love's feeling is more soft and sensible, Than are the tender horns of cockled* snails...
Seite 632 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible!