Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volume 226F. Jefferies, 1869 - Early English newspapers |
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... dear , " says Mrs. Kenrick , " nothing can be said in her defence . " " Oh , don't say that , mother , " rejoins Bess , who is a strong - minded young lady , as the reader will already have observed . " Perhaps her parents compelled her ...
... dear , " says Mrs. Kenrick , " nothing can be said in her defence . " " Oh , don't say that , mother , " rejoins Bess , who is a strong - minded young lady , as the reader will already have observed . " Perhaps her parents compelled her ...
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... dear to me ! Whilst I am thinking this and lighting a fresh cigar , Cissy returns . " I want to know something more about Miss Wilton , papa , " she says . " What did you say to her in the street ? " " I really forget ; but I did a ...
... dear to me ! Whilst I am thinking this and lighting a fresh cigar , Cissy returns . " I want to know something more about Miss Wilton , papa , " she says . " What did you say to her in the street ? " " I really forget ; but I did a ...
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... dear Esther , let that precious burthen be mine ! I love you with all my heart and soul ! " " Let me go , Mr. Kenrick , " says Esther ; " you frighten me . There is some one coming across the common ; it 8 The Gentleman's Magazine .
... dear Esther , let that precious burthen be mine ! I love you with all my heart and soul ! " " Let me go , Mr. Kenrick , " says Esther ; " you frighten me . There is some one coming across the common ; it 8 The Gentleman's Magazine .
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... dear eyes , and we hurried away together , my heart beating at a terrific pace , and my face burning with excitement . We neither of us spoke until we were nearly out in the road again ; and then I said , " Esther , you do not love me ...
... dear eyes , and we hurried away together , my heart beating at a terrific pace , and my face burning with excitement . We neither of us spoke until we were nearly out in the road again ; and then I said , " Esther , you do not love me ...
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... dear smile , and always looked happier when I came . Protected by many of the privileges of lovers , Esther and I wandered alone on quiet evenings down by the river ; but generally Tom Folgate and Emmy were with us . Sometimes we went ...
... dear smile , and always looked happier when I came . Protected by many of the privileges of lovers , Esther and I wandered alone on quiet evenings down by the river ; but generally Tom Folgate and Emmy were with us . Sometimes we went ...
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Page 128 - Shine not in vain ; nor think, though men were none, That heaven would want spectators, God want praise. Millions of spiritual creatures walk the earth Unseen, both when we wake, and when we sleep. All these with ceaseless praise his works behold Both day and night : how often from the steep Of echoing hill or thicket have we heard Celestial voices to the midnight air, Sole, or responsive each to other's note, Singing their great Creator...
Page 611 - And statesmen at her council met Who knew the seasons when to take Occasion by the hand, and make The bounds of freedom wider yet 'By shaping some august decree, Which kept her throne unshaken still, Broad-based upon her people's will, And compass'd by the inviolate sea.
Page 122 - And when the thousand years are expired, Satan shall be loosed out of his prison, and shall go out to deceive the nations which are in the four quarters of the earth, Gog and Magog, to gather them together to battle, the number of whom is as the sand of the sea.
Page 122 - And they shall build the old wastes, they shall raise up the former desolations, and they shall repair the waste cities, the desolations of many generations.
Page 711 - Daily and nightly, pour'da mourner's prayers. Tell him ev'n now that I would rather share His lowliest lot, — walk by his side, an outcast, — Work for him, beg with him, — live upon the light Of one kind smile from him, — than wear the crown The Bourbon lost!
Page 365 - GATHER ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying; And this same flower that smiles to-day, To-morrow will be dying. The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun, The higher he's a-getting, The sooner will his race be run, And nearer he's to setting. That age is best which is the first, When youth and blood are warmer; But being spent, the worse and worst Times...
Page 472 - ... as it were; it may be eaten, and in the Fair, I take it, in a booth, the tents of the wicked: the place is not much, not very much, we may be religious in the midst of the profane so it be eaten with a reformed mouth, with sobriety, and humbleness...
Page 498 - I could show thee the marks if it were not so deep a shame to bear them. The lackey who tossed thy letter into the mire swore that his lady and her mother never were so insulted. What could thy letter contain, Claude?
Page 121 - It is wonderful that five thousand years have now 'elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it ; but all belief is for it.
Page 431 - Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That cost thy life, my gallant gray!