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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... Letter - writers - Johnson's Letters - Self - estimate of Johnson -Posy - rings - Ring - posies- " Across the Plains " -Mr . Stevenson on American Place - names - Ouida on Sport Tweed Side , By . By E. K. PEARCE • • 120 273 325 486 I ...
... Letter - writers - Johnson's Letters - Self - estimate of Johnson -Posy - rings - Ring - posies- " Across the Plains " -Mr . Stevenson on American Place - names - Ouida on Sport Tweed Side , By . By E. K. PEARCE • • 120 273 325 486 I ...
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... letter ; " make a copy of this . I'm goin ' round to lunch , and then I'll go and see Mrs. Wilson . " But outside he stopped , and leant against the wall as if dizzy . " Most too late , " he said ; " termorrer , and I shouldn't a ' man ...
... letter ; " make a copy of this . I'm goin ' round to lunch , and then I'll go and see Mrs. Wilson . " But outside he stopped , and leant against the wall as if dizzy . " Most too late , " he said ; " termorrer , and I shouldn't a ' man ...
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... letter . A real downright begging - letter . Rupe Watson , Dorothy's husband , writes a whining begging - letter like this ! And what does he do with all the money ? First , fifty thousand dollars that he had from me , to start him in ...
... letter . A real downright begging - letter . Rupe Watson , Dorothy's husband , writes a whining begging - letter like this ! And what does he do with all the money ? First , fifty thousand dollars that he had from me , to start him in ...
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... letter . " He took it and read it twice - first hurriedly , as if to grasp its meaning , then again slowly and as if calculating as he went . crumpled it in his hand and faced her . " And what were you to do ? " She turned rosy - red ...
... letter . " He took it and read it twice - first hurriedly , as if to grasp its meaning , then again slowly and as if calculating as he went . crumpled it in his hand and faced her . " And what were you to do ? " She turned rosy - red ...
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... letter and read it once more . What he had just stated was the truth . He was beggared . And the first intimation of it that he had received was the letter she had brought . Rupert Watson had got among gamblers again , had lost all his ...
... letter and read it once more . What he had just stated was the truth . He was beggared . And the first intimation of it that he had received was the letter she had brought . Rupert Watson had got among gamblers again , had lost all his ...
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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.