The Gentleman's Magazine, Volumen 243

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F. Jefferies, 1877
 

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Página 688 - Out of whose womb came the ice? and the hoary frost of heaven, who hath gendered it?
Página 476 - I scarcely ever met with a better companion ; he has inexhaustible spirits, infinite wit and humour » and a great deal of knowledge...
Página 434 - We must, however, acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest living creature, with his god-like intellect which has penetrated into the movements and constitution of the solar system — with all these exalted powers — Man still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.
Página 80 - People send to one another to know if any of their family has a mind to have the small-pox; they make parties for this purpose, and when they are met (commonly fifteen or sixteen together), the old woman comes with a nut-shell full of the matter of the best sort of small-pox, and asks what vein you please to have opened.
Página 79 - Westphalia ham of a morning, ride over hedges and ditches on borrowed hacks, come home in the heat of the day with a fever, and (what is...
Página 88 - Lady Mary Wortley is arrived; I have seen her; I think her avarice, her dirt, and her vivacity are all increased. Her dress, like her languages, is a galimatias of several countries; the groundwork, rags; and the embroidery, nastiness.
Página 424 - But we must not fall into the error of supposing that the early progenitor of the whole Simian stock, including man, was identical with, or even closely resembled, any existing ape or monkey.
Página 114 - A child's a plaything for an hour ; Its pretty tricks we try For that or for a longer space, — Then tire, and lay it by. But I knew one that to itself All seasons could control ; That would have mock'd the sense of pain Out of a grieved soul. Thou straggler into loving arms, Young climber up of knees, When I forget thy thousand ways Then life and all shall cease ! M.
Página 84 - Whose buzz the witty and the fair annoys, Yet wit ne'er tastes, and beauty ne'er enjoys; So well-bred spaniels civilly delight In mumbling of the game they dare not bite.
Página 112 - Poetry for Children, entirely original ; by the Author of Mrs. Leicester's School, 1809.

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