The Gentleman's Magazine, 第 1 部Bradbury, Evans, 1897 |
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... Town , A , in the Seventeenth Century . By A. BALLARD . erby , Ceramic Art at . By JAMES CASSIDY iabolical Falk - Lore , More , relating to definite Localities . By R. BRUCE BOSWELL . onna Pietra . By EDMUND G. GARDNER · ouble Stars ...
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... Town , A , in the Seventeenth Century . By A. BALLARD Derby , Ceramic Art at . By JAMES CASSIDY Diabolical Folk - Lore , More , relating to definite Localities . R. BRUCE BOSWELL . Donna Pietra . By EDMUND G. GARDNER • 509 • 321 • 49 ...
... Town , A , in the Seventeenth Century . By A. BALLARD Derby , Ceramic Art at . By JAMES CASSIDY Diabolical Folk - Lore , More , relating to definite Localities . R. BRUCE BOSWELL . Donna Pietra . By EDMUND G. GARDNER • 509 • 321 • 49 ...
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... Town , A , in the Seventeenth Century . Derby , Ceramic Art at . By JAMES CASSIDY Diabolical Folk - Lore , More , relating to definite Localities . R. BRUCE BOSWELL . Donna Pietra . By EDMUND G. GARDNER 389 509 • • 321 • 49 568 By A ...
... Town , A , in the Seventeenth Century . Derby , Ceramic Art at . By JAMES CASSIDY Diabolical Folk - Lore , More , relating to definite Localities . R. BRUCE BOSWELL . Donna Pietra . By EDMUND G. GARDNER 389 509 • • 321 • 49 568 By A ...
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... Town in the . By A. BALLARD Side Lights on Chinese Religious Ideas . By E. H. PARKER . Sir Cloudesley Shovel . By W. A. Fox . Smuggling in Sussex . By ARTHUR BECKETT Some Holiday Freaks . By JOHN PENDLETON South , Notes from the . By ...
... Town in the . By A. BALLARD Side Lights on Chinese Religious Ideas . By E. H. PARKER . Sir Cloudesley Shovel . By W. A. Fox . Smuggling in Sussex . By ARTHUR BECKETT Some Holiday Freaks . By JOHN PENDLETON South , Notes from the . By ...
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... town hard by , where my father joined his cousin , Sir William Dormer , and other gentlemen , and proclaimed Queen Mary . Millicent and I , with our old governess , were in great fear of bloodshed ; but all went well , and in three ...
... town hard by , where my father joined his cousin , Sir William Dormer , and other gentlemen , and proclaimed Queen Mary . Millicent and I , with our old governess , were in great fear of bloodshed ; but all went well , and in three ...
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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.