The Gentleman's Magazine, Volumen 260F. Jefferies, 1886 The "Gentleman's magazine" section is a digest of selections from the weekly press; the "(Trader's) monthly intelligencer" section consists of news (foreign and domestic), vital statistics, a register of the month's new publications, and a calendar of forthcoming trade fairs. |
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... called Emily Smith . Thereupon , Matthew , pointing to the chair , said , " Come here , Emily ! " Instantly she turned , went to the door , out upon the landing , and called down the stairs after Mrs. Sache , " Emily ! Emily ! " Matthew ...
... called Emily Smith . Thereupon , Matthew , pointing to the chair , said , " Come here , Emily ! " Instantly she turned , went to the door , out upon the landing , and called down the stairs after Mrs. Sache , " Emily ! Emily ! " Matthew ...
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... called to live ! We cannot call our houses our own . Just received a letter from my nephew Laurence . He is coming up to town , self - invited , to stay with us . For how long - three days , three weeks , three months -he does not say ...
... called to live ! We cannot call our houses our own . Just received a letter from my nephew Laurence . He is coming up to town , self - invited , to stay with us . For how long - three days , three weeks , three months -he does not say ...
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... called to Mrs. Sache , and told her to lay another cover at our table . Then I hurried back to the room . I was afraid of leaving Nicolas longer with Millie alone . In his state of mind there is no knowing what act of raving , roaring ...
... called to Mrs. Sache , and told her to lay another cover at our table . Then I hurried back to the room . I was afraid of leaving Nicolas longer with Millie alone . In his state of mind there is no knowing what act of raving , roaring ...
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... called Nicolas . " How many ? " asked Mrs. Sache . " I've already laid four as ordered . Mr. Matthew said ' One extra , ' Mr. Nicolas said ' One extra , ' and with the two masters , ain't that four ? " " That is capital , " said ...
... called Nicolas . " How many ? " asked Mrs. Sache . " I've already laid four as ordered . Mr. Matthew said ' One extra , ' Mr. Nicolas said ' One extra , ' and with the two masters , ain't that four ? " " That is capital , " said ...
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... called up by the one word is exactly the same , in most respects , as the picture called up by the other . Yet not precisely . If I write Paris , so , the notion immediately aroused in the reader's mind is that of a white and glaring ...
... called up by the one word is exactly the same , in most respects , as the picture called up by the other . Yet not precisely . If I write Paris , so , the notion immediately aroused in the reader's mind is that of a white and glaring ...
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Página 353 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Página 352 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Página 352 - Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream; Where the sea-beasts ranged all round Feed in the ooze of their pasture-ground...
Página 472 - With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
Página 476 - Thus Satan talking to his nearest mate With head uplift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Página 353 - Soon will the high Midsummer pomps come on, Soon will the musk carnations break and swell, Soon shall we have gold-dusted snapdragon, Sweet- William with his homely cottage-smell, And stocks in fragrant blow; Roses that down the alleys shine afar, And open, jasmine-muffled lattices, And groups under the dreaming garden-trees, And the full moon, and the white evening-star.
Página 469 - From their Creator, and transgress his will For one restraint, lords of the world besides. Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
Página 351 - ONE lesson, Nature, let me learn of thee, One lesson which in every wind is blown, One lesson of two duties kept at one Though the loud world proclaim their enmity — Of toil unsevered from tranquillity; Of labor, that in lasting fruit outgrows Far noisier schemes, accomplished in repose, Too great for haste, too high for rivalry.
Página 473 - So saying, her rash hand in evil hour Forth reaching to the Fruit, she pluck'd, she eat: Earth felt the wound, and Nature from her seat Sighing through all her Works gave signs of woe, That all was lost.
Página 482 - Left to herself, the serpent now began To change ; her elfin blood in madness ran, Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent, Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent; Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear, Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear, Flash'd phosphor and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.