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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... honour of the approaching god . Nor had the good people cause to complain , for he rewarded their credulity by giving them the opportunity of witnessing the birth of a god . After secreting a tiny serpent in a goose's egg , which he ...
... honour of the approaching god . Nor had the good people cause to complain , for he rewarded their credulity by giving them the opportunity of witnessing the birth of a god . After secreting a tiny serpent in a goose's egg , which he ...
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... in a cold philosophic godhead , whom " no prayers can move and no sacrifice honour , nor the abundance of offerings find favour in His sight ; only the inspired thought , fixed firmly on Him , can A Chapter in the History of Oracles . 29.
... in a cold philosophic godhead , whom " no prayers can move and no sacrifice honour , nor the abundance of offerings find favour in His sight ; only the inspired thought , fixed firmly on Him , can A Chapter in the History of Oracles . 29.
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... honour . Among numberless other intimations of the birth of Our Lord , there is the story that Augustus in his old age consulted the oracle of Delphi as to the choice of a successor . After many vain efforts to extract an answer to his ...
... honour . Among numberless other intimations of the birth of Our Lord , there is the story that Augustus in his old age consulted the oracle of Delphi as to the choice of a successor . After many vain efforts to extract an answer to his ...
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... honour's company before the regiment went to India ? " & c . " Don't you remember me , sir ? " It was hard to resist this worthy fellow , who was so glad to see his old officer . At worst , the likeness had led him astray . This was the ...
... honour's company before the regiment went to India ? " & c . " Don't you remember me , sir ? " It was hard to resist this worthy fellow , who was so glad to see his old officer . At worst , the likeness had led him astray . This was the ...
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... honour- able case , quietly sits down by the ingle neuk and blows the tobacco smoke up the chimney . " See what it is tae hae a head on your shoothers ! " says John Eunie , looking at Francie with admiration . " Weel an ' there , noo ...
... honour- able case , quietly sits down by the ingle neuk and blows the tobacco smoke up the chimney . " See what it is tae hae a head on your shoothers ! " says John Eunie , looking at Francie with admiration . " Weel an ' there , noo ...
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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.