The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 4; Volume 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 - English periodicals |
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... asking . " No , and never shall , and your father that proud and independent it makes one unable to sit easy in one's chair to think of it . My father , that is your grandfather , Mills , would have sent us all the way in his own waggon ...
... asking . " No , and never shall , and your father that proud and independent it makes one unable to sit easy in one's chair to think of it . My father , that is your grandfather , Mills , would have sent us all the way in his own waggon ...
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... asked my father . " What do I mean ? You ought to be ashamed of yourself ! " " So he is , so he is , " said a gentleman whom I had never seen before , stepping in at the half open door - way ; for it was not yet ten o'clock ; " but it ...
... asked my father . " What do I mean ? You ought to be ashamed of yourself ! " " So he is , so he is , " said a gentleman whom I had never seen before , stepping in at the half open door - way ; for it was not yet ten o'clock ; " but it ...
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... asked me how I liked mamma best , with flowers in her hair or without . At these times I often fondled and kissed her , but there was no warmth in her embrace . She seemed to receive all my love as a sort of tribute . There were ...
... asked me how I liked mamma best , with flowers in her hair or without . At these times I often fondled and kissed her , but there was no warmth in her embrace . She seemed to receive all my love as a sort of tribute . There were ...
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... asking her what was the matter . She made no reply ; but lighted the candles , went to my mother's room , which was strewn with papers and opened drawers . There was a letter on her dressing - table for my father . I learnt this ...
... asking her what was the matter . She made no reply ; but lighted the candles , went to my mother's room , which was strewn with papers and opened drawers . There was a letter on her dressing - table for my father . I learnt this ...
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... asked but for work , but the work was wanting . Sometimes a soldier came and seated himself by the workmen , sometimes a pensioner ; and Gwyn- plaine perceived that spectre , war . Here Gwynplaine read want of work , man - farming ...
... asked but for work , but the work was wanting . Sometimes a soldier came and seated himself by the workmen , sometimes a pensioner ; and Gwyn- plaine perceived that spectre , war . Here Gwynplaine read want of work , man - farming ...
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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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...
Page 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.