The Gentleman's Magazine, Volumen4;Volumen228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... face to face , ' " said a tipsy voice in the door - way , and in due course there entered my respected father , smiling cheerfully , and in dumb show inviting sundry opponents to come on and displace that said hat , which rolled ...
... face to face , ' " said a tipsy voice in the door - way , and in due course there entered my respected father , smiling cheerfully , and in dumb show inviting sundry opponents to come on and displace that said hat , which rolled ...
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... face . " Because he is not , " said my mother , sharply . " Left hours and hours by myself like this , I may surely have the companionship of my own child ? " " Hours and hours ; what do you mean by hours and hours ? " asked my father ...
... face . " Because he is not , " said my mother , sharply . " Left hours and hours by myself like this , I may surely have the companionship of my own child ? " " Hours and hours ; what do you mean by hours and hours ? " asked my father ...
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... face in my neck . At length the end came . One day my mother was specially kind to Susan and myself . There was a circus in the town , and she gave per- mission for Susan to take me to see the riders . When we were ready to go she took ...
... face in my neck . At length the end came . One day my mother was specially kind to Susan and myself . There was a circus in the town , and she gave per- mission for Susan to take me to see the riders . When we were ready to go she took ...
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... face . Take from him his love . Impossible ! Dea could not see him . The blindness of Dea was divinely incurable ... faces with Apollo . To be a monster was to him another form of happiness . Thus , as we said before , destiny had given ...
... face . Take from him his love . Impossible ! Dea could not see him . The blindness of Dea was divinely incurable ... faces with Apollo . To be a monster was to him another form of happiness . Thus , as we said before , destiny had given ...
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... face of this old woman he saw famine . On that of the girl prostitution . The same fact against which the girl had ... faces of the disinherited . saw himself and Dea , with their little happiness , which was so immense , between two ...
... face of this old woman he saw famine . On that of the girl prostitution . The same fact against which the girl had ... faces of the disinherited . saw himself and Dea , with their little happiness , which was so immense , between two ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 65 - Doubt thou the stars are fire ; Doubt that the sun doth move ; Doubt truth to be a liar ; But never doubt I love.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.