The Gentleman's Magazine, Zväzok 4;Zväzok 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... close of each volume is a duty which mingles mournful and pleasant associations . It is gratifying to con- template the continued success of Mr. Cave's famous publi- cation ; but this halting by the way , calls up sad memories of those ...
... close of each volume is a duty which mingles mournful and pleasant associations . It is gratifying to con- template the continued success of Mr. Cave's famous publi- cation ; but this halting by the way , calls up sad memories of those ...
Strana 1
... close picturesque painting , as he approached the end , his story becoming more suggestive than narratory , until at last it was nothing but a wild burst of passion , the cry of the maniac broken upon the wheel of fortune , and raving ...
... close picturesque painting , as he approached the end , his story becoming more suggestive than narratory , until at last it was nothing but a wild burst of passion , the cry of the maniac broken upon the wheel of fortune , and raving ...
Strana 2
... close by the fire on a little stool , and watched the firelight dancing up the chimney . It was a snug , homely room . Shining tins , of all kinds , hung upon the wall , and a few odd books filled a small shelf at one side of the fire ...
... close by the fire on a little stool , and watched the firelight dancing up the chimney . It was a snug , homely room . Shining tins , of all kinds , hung upon the wall , and a few odd books filled a small shelf at one side of the fire ...
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... close . " Hum ! " cried Ursus , and he turned away , his scolding finishing in a smile , notwithstanding his efforts . The wolf supped under the table , inattentive to every thing which did not concern his bone . Fibi and Vinos shared ...
... close . " Hum ! " cried Ursus , and he turned away , his scolding finishing in a smile , notwithstanding his efforts . The wolf supped under the table , inattentive to every thing which did not concern his bone . Fibi and Vinos shared ...
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... close , a sign of servitude . He slept on the ground floor , in a hut into which they formerly put a dog . This hut had for a window a bull's - eye looking on to the bowling - green . The Green Box had arrived in London It was ...
... close , a sign of servitude . He slept on the ground floor , in a hut into which they formerly put a dog . This hut had for a window a bull's - eye looking on to the bowling - green . The Green Box had arrived in London It was ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.