The Gentleman's Magazine, Հատոր 4,Հատոր 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... sister Alice in the wooden cradle , very much like the show cradles you see in old halls ; for what was only good enough for common sort of people forty years ago , was good enough for princes in the old days . Our ancestral mothers ...
... sister Alice in the wooden cradle , very much like the show cradles you see in old halls ; for what was only good enough for common sort of people forty years ago , was good enough for princes in the old days . Our ancestral mothers ...
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... sister Alice woke up and cried lustily , my mother took the child again to her arms , my father tried to kiss the twain , in a mock show of affection , my mother angrily repulsed him , and I shrank away behind the sofa , half afraid ...
... sister Alice woke up and cried lustily , my mother took the child again to her arms , my father tried to kiss the twain , in a mock show of affection , my mother angrily repulsed him , and I shrank away behind the sofa , half afraid ...
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... sister . And , somehow or other , I hated Mr. Welby . I shivered when he patted me on the head , and I threw his sixpences into the gutter . Nothing could have induced me to like Mr. Welby , and my mother was very angry with me when I ...
... sister . And , somehow or other , I hated Mr. Welby . I shivered when he patted me on the head , and I threw his sixpences into the gutter . Nothing could have induced me to like Mr. Welby , and my mother was very angry with me when I ...
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... Sister Ursula to put back the lapping frill of her nightcap , that she might strive , with her dim . sight of ninety years , to make out his face and figure . He had had the ancient force and frame ; and still , although there was ...
... Sister Ursula to put back the lapping frill of her nightcap , that she might strive , with her dim . sight of ninety years , to make out his face and figure . He had had the ancient force and frame ; and still , although there was ...
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... sister ; you have journeyed far . " As the Vagabond withdrew his touch from hand and brow , Dame Rebecca's face beamed with a passing light ; and she sank back upon her pillow . The quiet fingers of Sister Ursula played tenderly about ...
... sister ; you have journeyed far . " As the Vagabond withdrew his touch from hand and brow , Dame Rebecca's face beamed with a passing light ; and she sank back upon her pillow . The quiet fingers of Sister Ursula played tenderly about ...
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Էջ 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.
Էջ 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...
Էջ 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...
Էջ 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.
Էջ 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.