The Gentleman's Magazine, 第 1 部Bradbury, Evans, 1897 |
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... poor storm - tossed soul might first speed back to my own kin whom I have so bitterly wronged , and seek for God's pardon amidst the gentle scenes my earthly eyes may look upon no more . For I am an old and broken woman who has suffered ...
... poor storm - tossed soul might first speed back to my own kin whom I have so bitterly wronged , and seek for God's pardon amidst the gentle scenes my earthly eyes may look upon no more . For I am an old and broken woman who has suffered ...
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... , gentle , yet sad smile which passed over the poor suffering face , so white and patient , of the good Queen as she held out her hand , all covered with ва in my heart , and my soul clamours the protest The Madness of Mercy Newdigate . 3.
... , gentle , yet sad smile which passed over the poor suffering face , so white and patient , of the good Queen as she held out her hand , all covered with ва in my heart , and my soul clamours the protest The Madness of Mercy Newdigate . 3.
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... , gentle , yet sad smile which passed over the poor suffering face , so white and patient , of the good Queen as she held out her hand , all covered with B2 jewels , for me to kiss . " Nay , The Madness of Mercy Newdigate . 3.
... , gentle , yet sad smile which passed over the poor suffering face , so white and patient , of the good Queen as she held out her hand , all covered with B2 jewels , for me to kiss . " Nay , The Madness of Mercy Newdigate . 3.
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... poor fools , were the happiest creatures alive , and , when the Count and his kinsman had to join the King in Flanders , I thought our hearts would break . When the Queen was on her death - bed some months later , Feria came back again ...
... poor fools , were the happiest creatures alive , and , when the Count and his kinsman had to join the King in Flanders , I thought our hearts would break . When the Queen was on her death - bed some months later , Feria came back again ...
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... poor lad , knew not that the Indies was a large place where it was impossible to seek a single person . At last the bolt fell . It had long been foreseen by me in my dreams , and I knew it was coming ; but still the form in which it ...
... poor lad , knew not that the Indies was a large place where it was impossible to seek a single person . At last the bolt fell . It had long been foreseen by me in my dreams , and I knew it was coming ; but still the form in which it ...
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137 ページ - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 'tis only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
175 ページ - Of such wisdom, the poetic passion, the desire of beauty, the love of art for its own sake, has most. For art comes to you, proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments
402 ページ - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
175 ページ - A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses? How shall we pass most swiftly from point to point, and be present always at the focus where the greatest number of vital forces unite in their purest energy? To burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.
333 ページ - I behold like a Spanish great galleon, and an English man-of-war ; Master Jonson (like the former) was built far higher in learning ; solid, but slow in his performances. Shakespeare with the English man-ofwar, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
175 ページ - While all melts under our feet, we may well catch at any exquisite passion, or any contribution to knowledge that seems, by a lifted horizon, to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange flowers, and curious odours, or work of the artist's hands, or the face of one's friend.
201 ページ - Piacer, quanto le belle membra in ch' io Rinchiusa fui, e sono in terra sparte : E se il sommo piacer sì ti fallio Per la mia morte, qual cosa mortale Dovea poi trarre te nel suo disio ? Ben ti dovevi, per lo primo strale Delle cose fallaci, levar suso Diretro a me che non era più tale.
141 ページ - This evening one of our married ladies, a lively pretty little woman, good humouredly sat down upon Dr. Johnson's knee, and, being encouraged by some of the company, put her hands round his neck, and kissed him. ' Do it again, (said he,) and let us see who will tire first.
175 ページ - ... us, — for that moment only. Not the fruit of experience, but experience itself, is the end. A counted number of pulses only is given to us of a variegated, dramatic life. How may we see in them all that is to be seen in them by the finest senses?
322 ページ - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.