The Gentleman's Magazine, Band 234Bradbury, Evans, 1873 |
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... sure , from the little my father said , that Harry must have behaved to him in a proud , hard manner . How could I help resenting such behaviour ? The more I thought of it the more I blamed my husband , and the less I felt disposed to ...
... sure , from the little my father said , that Harry must have behaved to him in a proud , hard manner . How could I help resenting such behaviour ? The more I thought of it the more I blamed my husband , and the less I felt disposed to ...
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... sure how Harry may receive the news , " she said ; " he may still prefer not to come to England yet awhile , and , after all , we ought to wait till we hear more . " That day passed , and the next , and no news came of him . I listened ...
... sure how Harry may receive the news , " she said ; " he may still prefer not to come to England yet awhile , and , after all , we ought to wait till we hear more . " That day passed , and the next , and no news came of him . I listened ...
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... sure of their man , take the law entirely into their own hands , and having arrested him , dispose of him at once . The bridge at Denver was the favourite scaffold , but there are trees and telegraph poles which have assisted at many a ...
... sure of their man , take the law entirely into their own hands , and having arrested him , dispose of him at once . The bridge at Denver was the favourite scaffold , but there are trees and telegraph poles which have assisted at many a ...
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... sure that this was Nic's ghost . The wind moaned down the chimney , and brought with it a thousand weird fancies , in which I saw " sheeted ghosts wandering through the storm . " " I could not rest , ” said Nic . " Alas , poor ghost ...
... sure that this was Nic's ghost . The wind moaned down the chimney , and brought with it a thousand weird fancies , in which I saw " sheeted ghosts wandering through the storm . " " I could not rest , ” said Nic . " Alas , poor ghost ...
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... sure to ask me what I had shot . Who could I go to in my misery but my mother ? I found her in her bedroom dressing for dinner , and there I gulped out my story . Poor soul ! she was terribly grieved about it : she said that she really ...
... sure to ask me what I had shot . Who could I go to in my misery but my mother ? I found her in her bedroom dressing for dinner , and there I gulped out my story . Poor soul ! she was terribly grieved about it : she said that she really ...
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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!