The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 260F. Jefferies, 1886 - Early English newspapers 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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... mother . It was a slight passed upon us , the boy's bachelor uncles , and it was bad for the boy , for what can a woman know of the way in which a youth should be reared . However , I for- give my brother Laurence ; let bygones be ...
... mother . It was a slight passed upon us , the boy's bachelor uncles , and it was bad for the boy , for what can a woman know of the way in which a youth should be reared . However , I for- give my brother Laurence ; let bygones be ...
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... mother's fun , and I hope I'm taking no liberty in repeating her sportive remarks . Now I should like , if I'm not making too bold , to know which of you gents is M. , and which is N. , and also , if you'll not go for to consider me too ...
... mother's fun , and I hope I'm taking no liberty in repeating her sportive remarks . Now I should like , if I'm not making too bold , to know which of you gents is M. , and which is N. , and also , if you'll not go for to consider me too ...
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... mother . " Stuff and fiddlesticks ' - ends , " said Matthew . " She is a little actress , perhaps a ballet - dancer . She has put on mourning to suit her part ; and she will act it well . If we had our hours of lecture later she would ...
... mother . " Stuff and fiddlesticks ' - ends , " said Matthew . " She is a little actress , perhaps a ballet - dancer . She has put on mourning to suit her part ; and she will act it well . If we had our hours of lecture later she would ...
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... mother . " and was gone . XIV . SUNDAY , APRIL 14 . From the Diary of MATTHEW Welsford . April 14 , Sunday.- Will the day never be over . Sunday is my She bowed A beast of a day . The French Directory was right . It made the Sunday to ...
... mother . " and was gone . XIV . SUNDAY , APRIL 14 . From the Diary of MATTHEW Welsford . April 14 , Sunday.- Will the day never be over . Sunday is my She bowed A beast of a day . The French Directory was right . It made the Sunday to ...
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... mother English . Just so , each cell or fibre in the brain does not stand for a particular word or a particular idea , but for some element of sensation or memory or feeling that goes to make up the special word or idea in question ...
... mother English . Just so , each cell or fibre in the brain does not stand for a particular word or a particular idea , but for some element of sensation or memory or feeling that goes to make up the special word or idea in question ...
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Page 353 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 352 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Page 352 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream; Where the sea-beasts ranged all round Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground...
Page 472 - With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
Page 476 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 353 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Page 469 - From their Creator, and transgress his will For one restraint, lords of the world besides. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
Page 351 - ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity — Of toil unsevered from tranquillity; Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.
Page 473 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Page 482 - Left to herself, the serpent now began To change ; her elfin blood in madness ran, Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent, Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent; Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear, Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear, Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.