The Gentleman's Magazine, Volumen4;Volumen228Bradbury, Evans, 1870 |
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... laugh loud and long to himself without reference to my mother or me , which more than once was the cause of unpleasant bickerings between my respected parents . A cozy little room , I say ; and so it was , clean and neat and shiny ...
... laugh loud and long to himself without reference to my mother or me , which more than once was the cause of unpleasant bickerings between my respected parents . A cozy little room , I say ; and so it was , clean and neat and shiny ...
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... laughed with the little ones as I laughed in my early days ; but now , if I were to see that scene again , as I may do , memory would fill my ears with mingled sounds of sobs and laughter . Oh , that night years ago ! Whilst I was ...
... laughed with the little ones as I laughed in my early days ; but now , if I were to see that scene again , as I may do , memory would fill my ears with mingled sounds of sobs and laughter . Oh , that night years ago ! Whilst I was ...
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... laughed , all around , this laugh . Everywhere : above , below , behind , before , at the uttermost distance ; men , women , old grey heads , rosy- Night ! go away ; the dawn sings hallali . • Thou must go to heaven , and smile , thou ...
... laughed , all around , this laugh . Everywhere : above , below , behind , before , at the uttermost distance ; men , women , old grey heads , rosy- Night ! go away ; the dawn sings hallali . • Thou must go to heaven , and smile , thou ...
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... laugh , the melancholy came to laugh , the evil consciences came to laugh- a laugh so irresistible , that it seemed almost like a malady . But there is a pestilence from which men do not fly , and that is the contagion of joy . The ...
... laugh , the melancholy came to laugh , the evil consciences came to laugh- a laugh so irresistible , that it seemed almost like a malady . But there is a pestilence from which men do not fly , and that is the contagion of joy . The ...
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... laugh . True love is never weary . Being all soul it cannot cool . A brazier becomes covered with cinders ; not so a star . These exquisite im- pressions were renewed every evening for Dea , and she was ready to weep with tenderness ...
... laugh . True love is never weary . Being all soul it cannot cool . A brazier becomes covered with cinders ; not so a star . These exquisite im- pressions were renewed every evening for Dea , and she was ready to weep with tenderness ...
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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.