The Gentleman's Magazine, Հատոր 4,Հատոր 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... feet , and myself sitting by her and wondering at all the mysteries of her toilette . She was a pretty woman ; frivolous , dark , piquant . She sat before her glass for hours , and dressed her hair in a dozen ways , and asked me how I ...
... feet , and myself sitting by her and wondering at all the mysteries of her toilette . She was a pretty woman ; frivolous , dark , piquant . She sat before her glass for hours , and dressed her hair in a dozen ways , and asked me how I ...
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... feet . The curtain dropped , Gwynplaine was recalled with frenzy . From that time the success was enormous . Have you seen " Chaos Van- quished ? " They ran after Gwynplaine . The listless came to laugh , the melancholy came to laugh ...
... feet . The curtain dropped , Gwynplaine was recalled with frenzy . From that time the success was enormous . Have you seen " Chaos Van- quished ? " They ran after Gwynplaine . The listless came to laugh , the melancholy came to laugh ...
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... , and some day put you among my best , that I may smooth your pillow , and wipe your feet , and hold your last cup to you , if I may be here when you are called . ” The guilty would bow the head , and rain tears The Christian Vagabond . 53.
... , and some day put you among my best , that I may smooth your pillow , and wipe your feet , and hold your last cup to you , if I may be here when you are called . ” The guilty would bow the head , and rain tears The Christian Vagabond . 53.
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... feet , and his body and limbs were loosely wrapped in blue coarse cloth that was old , but would not wear out ; cloth spun by strong fingers , and woven at a giant's loom . A leather wallet completed his outer man . By him , as she ...
... feet , and his body and limbs were loosely wrapped in blue coarse cloth that was old , but would not wear out ; cloth spun by strong fingers , and woven at a giant's loom . A leather wallet completed his outer man . By him , as she ...
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... feet , and put away his loathsome clothes . He wrapped him in flannels , and then took him in his brawny arms- the child of misery is light as a feather - and spread him upon the couch , and covered him , and blessed him while he fell ...
... feet , and put away his loathsome clothes . He wrapped him in flannels , and then took him in his brawny arms- the child of misery is light as a feather - and spread him upon the couch , and covered him , and blessed him while he fell ...
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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.