The Gentleman's Magazine, 282. ciltF. Jefferies, 1897 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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... thought our hearts would break . When the Queen was on her death - bed some months later , Feria came back again and brought Diego with him ; and as soon as our poor mistress had died , and none knew what course Madam Elizabeth would ...
... thought our hearts would break . When the Queen was on her death - bed some months later , Feria came back again and brought Diego with him ; and as soon as our poor mistress had died , and none knew what course Madam Elizabeth would ...
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... thought I should have gone mad with grief , and was like to die , when suddenly my sorrow was turned to joy by the return of my husband himself , sorely wounded , a shadow of his former self , but still alive . He had lost an arm in the ...
... thought I should have gone mad with grief , and was like to die , when suddenly my sorrow was turned to joy by the return of my husband himself , sorely wounded , a shadow of his former self , but still alive . He had lost an arm in the ...
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... thought of vengeance . He had no money to fit out expeditions , for we had little left but the old mansion - house with a few acres , and my own portion , with which I had bought two houses in Madrid ; but he polished up his dead ...
... thought of vengeance . He had no money to fit out expeditions , for we had little left but the old mansion - house with a few acres , and my own portion , with which I had bought two houses in Madrid ; but he polished up his dead ...
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... thought that Philip , perchance , might be with him in the hands of the English , but still alive . But I could hear no news , and hope soon fled again . Sometimes in my agony I blasphemed against heaven and the King ; sometimes I ...
... thought that Philip , perchance , might be with him in the hands of the English , but still alive . But I could hear no news , and hope soon fled again . Sometimes in my agony I blasphemed against heaven and the King ; sometimes I ...
Sayfa 11
... thought me crazed . Crazed ? No. I had been crazed , but I was sane now , for I had found my boy ! One glance had been enough to show me that it was he . But starvation , suffering , and ill - treatment had woefully changed him ; he had ...
... thought me crazed . Crazed ? No. I had been crazed , but I was sane now , for I had found my boy ! One glance had been enough to show me that it was he . But starvation , suffering , and ill - treatment had woefully changed him ; he had ...
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Sayfa 252 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...
Sayfa 226 - Of such wisdom, the poetic passion, the desire of beauty, the love of art for its own sake, has most. For art comes to you, proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments
Sayfa 498 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Sayfa 225 - A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses? How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy? To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
Sayfa 575 - Oft she rejects, but never once offends. Bright as the sun, her eyes the gazers strike, And, like the sun, they shine on all alike. Yet graceful ease, and sweetness void of pride, Might hide her faults, if belles had faults to hide: If to her share some female errors fall, Look on her face, and you'll forget them all.
Sayfa 405 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Sayfa 225 - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems, by a lifted horizon, to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
Sayfa 585 - WINDS of the World, give answer ! They are whimpering to and fro — And what should they know of England who only England know? — The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag, They are lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the English Flag!
Sayfa 263 - Temo la infamia di tanta passione avere seguita, quanta concepe chi legge le soprannominate Canzoni in me avere signoreggiato; la quale infamia si cessa, per lo presente di me parlare, interamente; lo quale mostra che non passione, ma virtù sie stata la movente cagione...
Sayfa 229 - ... us, — for that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses?