The Gentleman's Magazine, Band 234F. Jefferies, 1873 |
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... Talk . By SYLVANUS URBAN , Gentleman 109 , 231 , 358 , 482 , 608 , Tennyson's Last Idyll . A Study . By the Rev. Dr. LEARY , D.C.L. Texican Rangers , The . By ARthur Clive Thibet , A " Stalk " in . By FRED WILSON · 124 129 336 340 • 344 ...
... Talk . By SYLVANUS URBAN , Gentleman 109 , 231 , 358 , 482 , 608 , Tennyson's Last Idyll . A Study . By the Rev. Dr. LEARY , D.C.L. Texican Rangers , The . By ARthur Clive Thibet , A " Stalk " in . By FRED WILSON · 124 129 336 340 • 344 ...
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... talk about on that first evening we had been alone since my marriage . The next morning I was up and dressed by six o'clock , wondering how the hours would pass till our father's return at midday . Janey proposed that , as she had a ...
... talk about on that first evening we had been alone since my marriage . The next morning I was up and dressed by six o'clock , wondering how the hours would pass till our father's return at midday . Janey proposed that , as she had a ...
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... talk of our- selves , but I saw that he had steadfastly set his face against anything like an explanation . And as it did not come then , it is not likely to come at all . Ah , me ! can I show in my life what Harry has never allowed me ...
... talk of our- selves , but I saw that he had steadfastly set his face against anything like an explanation . And as it did not come then , it is not likely to come at all . Ah , me ! can I show in my life what Harry has never allowed me ...
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... talk this matter over . Meanwhile , I drink to your fame , Nicodemus , and wish you in the traditional good old fashion A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ! ' " Nic put his glass to his lips , and pushed An Editorial Mystery . 55.
... talk this matter over . Meanwhile , I drink to your fame , Nicodemus , and wish you in the traditional good old fashion A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ! ' " Nic put his glass to his lips , and pushed An Editorial Mystery . 55.
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... Lucy's morning room to have a chat with his niece . " I want to talk seriously to you , sir , this morning , " said Lucy the moment her uncle entered the room . " What is the matter , my child ? " H 2 Stranger than Fiction . 99.
... Lucy's morning room to have a chat with his niece . " I want to talk seriously to you , sir , this morning , " said Lucy the moment her uncle entered the room . " What is the matter , my child ? " H 2 Stranger than Fiction . 99.
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Seite 324 - tis no matter; honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is that word, honour? air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? he that died o
Seite 311 - Sans check, to good and bad : but when the planets, In evil mixture, to disorder wander. What plagues, and what portents! what mutiny! What raging of the sea! shaking of earth! Commotion in the winds ! frights, changes, horrors, Divert and crack, rend and deracinate The unity and married calm of states Quite from their fixture ! O, when degree is shak'd, Which is the ladder to all high designs, The enterprise is sick.
Seite 636 - Be absolute for death ; either death or life Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life : If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing That none but fools would keep...
Seite 659 - Biron they call him ; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit ; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest; Which his fair tongue, (conceit's expositor,) Delivers in such apt and gracious words.
Seite 422 - element,' but the word is over-worn. \Exit. Vio. This fellow is wise enough to play the fool ; And to do that well craves a kind of wit : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, The quality of persons, and the time, And, like the haggard, check at every feather That comes before his eye.
Seite 655 - In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
Seite 419 - A fool, a fool ! I met a fool i' the forest, A motley fool ; — a miserable world : — As I do live by food, I met a fool ; Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun, And rail'd on lady Fortune in good terms, In good set terms, — and yet a motley fool. Good morrow, fool, quoth I : No, sir...
Seite 635 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
Seite 636 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world: or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and incertain thought Imagine howling: — 'tis too horrible!
Seite 646 - The cease of majesty Dies not alone ; but, like a gulf, doth draw What's near it with it : it is a massy wheel, Fix'd on the summit of the highest mount, To whose huge spokes ten thousand lesser things Are mortis'd and adjoin'd ; which, when it falls, Each small annexment, petty consequence, Attends the boisterous ruin.