Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volumen272A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1892 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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... face of the lagoon , at intervals of a few yards , like haycocks in a meadow . The rats were everywhere swimming , splashing , clambering about their houses , for it was their last day of liberty . There had been a thin coating of ice ...
... face of the lagoon , at intervals of a few yards , like haycocks in a meadow . The rats were everywhere swimming , splashing , clambering about their houses , for it was their last day of liberty . There had been a thin coating of ice ...
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... face was deeply wrinkled and had a careworn expression ; he had no moustache , but his full beard was liberally streaked with grey , and all the fore - top of his head was bald - but it did not shine ; like his face , it was deeply sun ...
... face was deeply wrinkled and had a careworn expression ; he had no moustache , but his full beard was liberally streaked with grey , and all the fore - top of his head was bald - but it did not shine ; like his face , it was deeply sun ...
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... face grew serious . " Yes , " he said , " ' tis kind o ' lonesome . " And as he thought upon his dead wife , he thought more kindly of her memory than he had done the night before - thought of her with the generous interest of earlier ...
... face grew serious . " Yes , " he said , " ' tis kind o ' lonesome . " And as he thought upon his dead wife , he thought more kindly of her memory than he had done the night before - thought of her with the generous interest of earlier ...
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... face . " Clem , " said one of the men at last , one evening when they were skinning , and pausing as he cut the tail off the musquash on which he was working , " Clem , you're gettin ' younger every day . " " Am I ? " said Clem ...
... face . " Clem , " said one of the men at last , one evening when they were skinning , and pausing as he cut the tail off the musquash on which he was working , " Clem , you're gettin ' younger every day . " " Am I ? " said Clem ...
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... face and his mind ; and though they had faded from the one , they were permanently scored upon the other . In him the vigour of youth maintained a ceaseless and losing battle with the disillusioned view of experienced age . He was in ...
... face and his mind ; and though they had faded from the one , they were permanently scored upon the other . In him the vigour of youth maintained a ceaseless and losing battle with the disillusioned view of experienced age . He was in ...
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Página 94 - Man's measured path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touched the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destined for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sowed, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and...
Página 285 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Página 285 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Página 81 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Página 259 - What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,— it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all -my books are botches.
Página 615 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Página 88 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 87 - Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream.
Página 480 - ... my feet, Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over, Death, death, death, death, death. Which I do not forget, But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother, That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach, With the thousand responsive songs at random, My own songs awaked from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves...
Página 468 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.