The Gentleman's Magazine, Հատոր 4,Հատոր 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... round well - shaped head . " You were soon pretty enough for your father to make a fuss about you , though cross and peevish in the extreme . I shall never forget when I travelled with you from Southtown , all those miles by the coach ...
... round well - shaped head . " You were soon pretty enough for your father to make a fuss about you , though cross and peevish in the extreme . I shall never forget when I travelled with you from Southtown , all those miles by the coach ...
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... round me as that column of moonlight gradually moved along the wall nearer the bed , and at last fell asleep and dreamed of some strange land beyond the hills that overlooked the shabby little town called Elmsfield , in the rich midland ...
... round me as that column of moonlight gradually moved along the wall nearer the bed , and at last fell asleep and dreamed of some strange land beyond the hills that overlooked the shabby little town called Elmsfield , in the rich midland ...
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... round his happiness . The Green Box was popular . The low price attracted a low class . Those who came were the weak , the poor , the little . They went to Gwynplaine as they went to gin . They came to buy a pennyworth of forgetfulness ...
... round his happiness . The Green Box was popular . The low price attracted a low class . Those who came were the weak , the poor , the little . They went to Gwynplaine as they went to gin . They came to buy a pennyworth of forgetfulness ...
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... round . To the exhibition suc- ceeded claustration . When the performance was finished , whilst the audience dispersed , and the hearty rounds of satisfaction of the crowd was lost in the distant streets , the Green Box shut up its plat ...
... round . To the exhibition suc- ceeded claustration . When the performance was finished , whilst the audience dispersed , and the hearty rounds of satisfaction of the crowd was lost in the distant streets , the Green Box shut up its plat ...
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... round , and thereby prospered . These inns were simply stalls , inhabited only during the day . In the evening the tavern- keeper put into his pocket the key of the tavern and went away . Only one of these inns was a house , the only ...
... round , and thereby prospered . These inns were simply stalls , inhabited only during the day . In the evening the tavern- keeper put into his pocket the key of the tavern and went away . Only one of these inns was a house , the only ...
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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.