Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Količina 60W & R Chambers, 1883 |
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Stran 10
... head . Had his friend taken leave of his senses , he asked himself . ' Surely , Mr Frobisher , you cannot mean your strange proposition to be taken seriously , ' said the lawyer with a look of utter consternation . He too began to ...
... head . Had his friend taken leave of his senses , he asked himself . ' Surely , Mr Frobisher , you cannot mean your strange proposition to be taken seriously , ' said the lawyer with a look of utter consternation . He too began to ...
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... head and tail twisting about his face . Being of the Moquis . This chamber is an excavation in the solid rock from nine to ten feet deep , by eighteen feet wide and twenty feet long , covered with poles , mud , and stones . Hung on the ...
... head and tail twisting about his face . Being of the Moquis . This chamber is an excavation in the solid rock from nine to ten feet deep , by eighteen feet wide and twenty feet long , covered with poles , mud , and stones . Hung on the ...
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... head , and said a word or two of kindness in Hindustani ; but got no response beyond a kind of cackle . The poor child was evidently a burden to the Padre , who knew not how to manage it . I recommended non - coercive confinement , with ...
... head , and said a word or two of kindness in Hindustani ; but got no response beyond a kind of cackle . The poor child was evidently a burden to the Padre , who knew not how to manage it . I recommended non - coercive confinement , with ...
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... head in a low tone . ' Poor Clare - she was frightened ! as were their insular fellow - travellers . Tattle one among so many who were half - dead with had seen her he was certain of that - at_an | alarm — and I was glad to see her at ...
... head in a low tone . ' Poor Clare - she was frightened ! as were their insular fellow - travellers . Tattle one among so many who were half - dead with had seen her he was certain of that - at_an | alarm — and I was glad to see her at ...
Stran 22
... head . I beg your pardon , Countess , ' he said , with the instinctive courtesy of a gentleman ; Í will come back , if I can be useful to you , as soon as Lady Leominster is safe in her cabin . ' ' It is not the trouble to derange ...
... head . I beg your pardon , Countess , ' he said , with the instinctive courtesy of a gentleman ; Í will come back , if I can be useful to you , as soon as Lady Leominster is safe in her cabin . ' ' It is not the trouble to derange ...
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Stran 338 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Stran 243 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Stran 337 - as I enter the door of a tavern, I experience an oblivion of care, and a freedom from solicitude : when I am seated, I find the master courteous, and the servants obsequious to my call ; anxious to know and ready to supply my wants : wine there exhilarates my spirits, and prompts me to free conversation, and an interchange of discourse with those whom I most love : I dogmatise, and am contradicted ; and in this conflict of opinions and sentiments I find delight.
Stran 338 - I received one morning a message from poor Goldsmith that he was in great distress, and as it was not in his power to come to me, begging that I would come to him as soon as possible. I sent him a guinea, and promised to come to him directly. I accordingly went as soon as I was...
Stran 294 - I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill ; but time and chance happeneth to them all.
Stran 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Stran 385 - XXI. The helm, to his strong arm consign'd, Gave the reef'd sail to meet the wind, And on her alter'd way, Fierce bounding, forward sprung the ship, Like greyhound starting from the slip To seize his flying prey. Awaked before the rushing prow, The mimic fires of ocean glow, Those lightnings of the wave ; * Wild sparkles crest the broken tides, And, flashing round, the vessel's sides With elvish lustre lave, While, far behind, their livid light To the dark billows of the night A gloomy splendour...
Stran 242 - The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended ; and, I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren.
Stran 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Stran 53 - What a place to be in is an old library ! It seems as though all the souls of all the writers, that have bequeathed their labours to these Bodleians, were reposing here, as in some dormitory, or middle state. I do not want to handle, to profane the leaves, their winding-sheets. I could as soon dislodge a shade.