The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 4;Volume 228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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Pagina 7
... young ladies ; but this might not be true . My mother shook her head and sighed , and then she told me I had better go and look after my little sister . And , somehow or other , I hated Mr. Welby . I shivered when he patted me on the ...
... young ladies ; but this might not be true . My mother shook her head and sighed , and then she told me I had better go and look after my little sister . And , somehow or other , I hated Mr. Welby . I shivered when he patted me on the ...
Pagina 62
... young babe year , that yet shall grow To work us either weal or woe- ' Tis strange that men should hail thee so ! O dread , mysterious volume sealed- What fateful words lie there concealed Not till the end to be revealed- O ship that ...
... young babe year , that yet shall grow To work us either weal or woe- ' Tis strange that men should hail thee so ! O dread , mysterious volume sealed- What fateful words lie there concealed Not till the end to be revealed- O ship that ...
Pagina 65
... young wife . She knew vaguely from the wild avowals of the first hours of their marriage , that there was a dreadful secret of guilt ; that Mr. Shakspere's soul was torn Vol . IV . , N. S. 1869 . F with agonies of remorse . In one of ...
... young wife . She knew vaguely from the wild avowals of the first hours of their marriage , that there was a dreadful secret of guilt ; that Mr. Shakspere's soul was torn Vol . IV . , N. S. 1869 . F with agonies of remorse . In one of ...
Pagina 68
... young soul , his divine wife followed him through all his sophistical reasonings with a keener reason . She besought and implored him in the name of his better nature and by all the glorious things he was capable of being and doing ...
... young soul , his divine wife followed him through all his sophistical reasonings with a keener reason . She besought and implored him in the name of his better nature and by all the glorious things he was capable of being and doing ...
Pagina 69
... young ! " Curster than she : why , ' tis impossible ! " “ As old as Sibyl , and as curst and shrewd As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse . " All these and more ribald and unmanly insults and obscenity The True Story of Mrs. Shakspere's ...
... young ! " Curster than she : why , ' tis impossible ! " “ As old as Sibyl , and as curst and shrewd As Socrates ' Xantippe , or a worse . " All these and more ribald and unmanly insults and obscenity The True Story of Mrs. Shakspere's ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.