Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, Volume 272A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1892 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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... dark - shrouded figures were moving about . Now and again a packet would come in and discharge its belated passengers . Dover is , indeed , an up - all - night place . Its hotels are semi - nautical , and the traveller at his inn ...
... dark - shrouded figures were moving about . Now and again a packet would come in and discharge its belated passengers . Dover is , indeed , an up - all - night place . Its hotels are semi - nautical , and the traveller at his inn ...
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... dark hulls beneath yon reddening horizon . For now the sun is setting ; the hard - fought fight has lasted full fifteen mortal hours . Yet , failing the gunpowder and Greek fire- invisible to eye - witnesses - with which the alderman ...
... dark hulls beneath yon reddening horizon . For now the sun is setting ; the hard - fought fight has lasted full fifteen mortal hours . Yet , failing the gunpowder and Greek fire- invisible to eye - witnesses - with which the alderman ...
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... darkness . John returns to the fireside and listens to the news , dealt out at intervals by Eppie his wife , who has the paper and is not likely to part with it . And still , far down the toll - road , Robbie the " post " is toiling ...
... darkness . John returns to the fireside and listens to the news , dealt out at intervals by Eppie his wife , who has the paper and is not likely to part with it . And still , far down the toll - road , Robbie the " post " is toiling ...
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... dark lady of the later Sonnets is the Drama , or of another writer who identifies her with the Bride of the Canticles ? Still more diverse are the views respecting the subject of the earlier series . They are addressed to the poet's ...
... dark lady of the later Sonnets is the Drama , or of another writer who identifies her with the Bride of the Canticles ? Still more diverse are the views respecting the subject of the earlier series . They are addressed to the poet's ...
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... dark lady of the earlier series ? On the first point especially , the discussion has been very lively , and has contributed a great deal to the " preposterous pyramid " which Mr. Swinburne has complained of . The reader who wants to ...
... dark lady of the earlier series ? On the first point especially , the discussion has been very lively , and has contributed a great deal to the " preposterous pyramid " which Mr. Swinburne has complained of . The reader who wants to ...
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Page 94 - Man's measured path is all gone o'er: Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh, Man clomb until he touched the truth; and I, Even I, am he whom it was destined for." How should this be? Art thou then so much more Than they who sowed, that thou shouldst reap thereby? Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me; Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd. Miles and miles distant though the last line be, And though thy soul sail leagues and...
Page 285 - HOW happy is he born and taught That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill ! Whose passions not his masters are; Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise...
Page 285 - Who God doth late and early pray More of His grace than gifts to lend; And entertains the harmless day With a...
Page 81 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 259 - What I feel most moved to write, that is banned,— it will not pay. Yet, altogether, write the other way I cannot. So the product is a final hash, and all -my books are botches.
Page 615 - ... supposes he is as well able to bombast out a blank verse as the best of you; and being an absolute Johannes factotum, is in his own conceit the only Shake-scene in a country.
Page 88 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 87 - Past reason hunted, and no sooner had, Past reason hated, as a swallowed bait, On purpose laid to make the taker mad; Mad in pursuit, and in possession so; Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme; A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe; Before, a joy proposed ; behind, a dream.
Page 480 - ... my feet, Creeping thence steadily up to my ears and laving me softly all over, Death, death, death, death, death. Which I do not forget, But fuse the song of my dusky demon and brother, That he sang to me in the moonlight on Paumanok's gray beach, With the thousand responsive songs at random, My own songs awaked from that hour, And with them the key, the word up from the waves...
Page 468 - Rise after rise bow the phantoms behind me, Afar down I see the huge first Nothing, I know I was even there, I waited unseen and always, and slept through the lethargic mist, And took my time, and took no hurt from the fetid carbon.