The Gentleman's Magazine, Partea 1Bradbury, Evans, 1874 |
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Pagina 64
... Holland , when they requested him to sit to Landseer for his portrait , asked : " Is thy servant a dog that he should do this thing ? " At that time Landseer's animal - portraiture had begun to 64 The Gentleman's Magazine .
... Holland , when they requested him to sit to Landseer for his portrait , asked : " Is thy servant a dog that he should do this thing ? " At that time Landseer's animal - portraiture had begun to 64 The Gentleman's Magazine .
Pagina 101
... Holland . The lady acknowledged Mr. Cuffing's observation by a slight inclination of the head . You say your grandfather was a professor of music , and was organist of St. Bride's at Dunelm , as long as you can remember ? Yes . Was he ...
... Holland . The lady acknowledged Mr. Cuffing's observation by a slight inclination of the head . You say your grandfather was a professor of music , and was organist of St. Bride's at Dunelm , as long as you can remember ? Yes . Was he ...
Pagina 102
... Holland Really , your Worship , is this absurd and cruel style of thing to be allowed ? Mr. Cuffing Certainly it is . If it is absurd , why object ? The Magistrate : I really do not see how these questions are to advance the interest of ...
... Holland Really , your Worship , is this absurd and cruel style of thing to be allowed ? Mr. Cuffing Certainly it is . If it is absurd , why object ? The Magistrate : I really do not see how these questions are to advance the interest of ...
Pagina 105
... Holland : She has told you that and all the rest in her evidence in chief . Don't mind Mr. Holland , Lady St. Barnard ; he is not in order . Pray attend to me . I will try not to wound your sensibilities if I can help it . Did your ...
... Holland : She has told you that and all the rest in her evidence in chief . Don't mind Mr. Holland , Lady St. Barnard ; he is not in order . Pray attend to me . I will try not to wound your sensibilities if I can help it . Did your ...
Pagina 107
... Holland Really , your Worship , I must request you to My learned friend is going to say there was no intention of elopement on the part of Miss Waller , and therefore it could not have been interrupted . I will amend my question . Your ...
... Holland Really , your Worship , I must request you to My learned friend is going to say there was no intention of elopement on the part of Miss Waller , and therefore it could not have been interrupted . I will amend my question . Your ...
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Pagina 203 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 543 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence ; ripen, fall and cease : Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Pagina 543 - Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast, And in a little while our lips are dumb. Let us alone. What is it that will last? All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Pagina 434 - Life of Life, thy lips enkindle With their love the breath between them; And thy smiles before they dwindle Make the cold air fire; then screen them In those looks, where whoso gazes Faints, entangled in their mazes.
Pagina 432 - The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night I see cars drawn by rainbow-winged steeds Which trample the dim winds: in each there stands A wild-eyed charioteer urging their flight. Some look behind, as fiends pursued them there, And yet I see no shapes but the keen stars: Others, with burning eyes, lean forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their own speed. As if the thing they loved fled on before, And now, even now, they clasped it. Their bright locks Stream like a comet's flashing...
Pagina 64 - And everybody praised the Duke Who this great fight did win." " But what good came of it at last ?" Quoth little Peterkin. " Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
Pagina 184 - A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness...
Pagina 186 - Stop and consider! life is but a day; A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way From a tree's summit; a poor Indian's sleep While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep Of Montmorenci. Why so sad a moan? Life is the rose's hope while yet unblown; The reading of an ever-changing tale; The light uplifting of a maiden's veil; A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air; A laughing school-boy, without grief or care, Riding the springy branches of an elm.
Pagina 181 - The more they on it stare. But her sad eyes, still fastened on the ground, Are governed with goodly modesty, That suffers not one look to glance awry Which may let in a little thought unsound.
Pagina 187 - KEEN, fitful gusts are whisp'ring here and there Among the bushes half leafless, and dry ; The stars look very cold about the sky, And I have many miles on foot to fare. Yet feel I little of the cool bleak air, Or of the dead leaves rustling drearily, Or of those silver lamps that burn on high, Or of the distance from home's pleasant lair: For I am brimfull of the friendliness That in a little cottage I have found ; Of fair-hair'd Milton's eloquent distress, And all his love for gentle Lycid drown'd...