Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review, 273±ÇA. 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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... Matt Decker : A Sketch from the Life . By ALEXANDER GORDON More Leaves from My Diary . By PERCY FITZGERALD , M.A. Naturalist and Biologist : a Comparison . By IRVING MUNTZ " Natural Selection , " Something about . By W. T. FREEMAN ...
... Matt Decker : A Sketch from the Life . By ALEXANDER GORDON More Leaves from My Diary . By PERCY FITZGERALD , M.A. Naturalist and Biologist : a Comparison . By IRVING MUNTZ " Natural Selection , " Something about . By W. T. FREEMAN ...
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... Matt ? I want to give my man a feed . " She washed him and fed him , as any grannie might , and then , at a growl from the master , bethought herself of her own provender . " Who is he ? " asked Jim earnestly . " Don't know - don't care ...
... Matt ? I want to give my man a feed . " She washed him and fed him , as any grannie might , and then , at a growl from the master , bethought herself of her own provender . " Who is he ? " asked Jim earnestly . " Don't know - don't care ...
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... Matt there ! You are somebody's son , you know , and as such you are worth saving . Life is never to be flung away , or given away . It is always worth trying to save ! And , after all is said and done , it was the water that brought ...
... Matt there ! You are somebody's son , you know , and as such you are worth saving . Life is never to be flung away , or given away . It is always worth trying to save ! And , after all is said and done , it was the water that brought ...
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... Matt , are you ever going to finish those cups and saucers ? " " I washed them long ago , " I replied meekly . " Shall I put them in the cupboard ? " " Of course ! " said my mistress sharply ; " and be quick about it ! It will soon be ...
... Matt , are you ever going to finish those cups and saucers ? " " I washed them long ago , " I replied meekly . " Shall I put them in the cupboard ? " " Of course ! " said my mistress sharply ; " and be quick about it ! It will soon be ...
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... Matt can't speak , and supper is ready . Stop work , Matt , and let us go in ; it is very chilly . " We despatched our suppers slowly , as men who were reluctant to rise in a hurry after a hard day's toil . But the master was an ...
... Matt can't speak , and supper is ready . Stop work , Matt , and let us go in ; it is very chilly . " We despatched our suppers slowly , as men who were reluctant to rise in a hurry after a hard day's toil . But the master was an ...
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307 ÆäÀÌÁö - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew"d, so sanded; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-kneed and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each. A cry more tuneable Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn, In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly : Judge when you hear.
324 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow; - even whilst we speak Is it not broken? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly: on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
238 ÆäÀÌÁö - And he turned to the woman, and said unto Simon, Seest thou this woman? I entered into thine house, thou gavest me no water for my feet: but she hath washed my feet with tears, and wiped them with the hairs of her head.
93 ÆäÀÌÁö - In the distant future I see open fields for far more important researches. Psychology will be based on a new foundation, that of the necessary acquirement of each mental power and capacity by gradation. Light will be thrown on the origin of man and his history.
576 ÆäÀÌÁö - SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And...
307 ÆäÀÌÁö - Round-hoofd, short-jointed, fetlocks shag and long, Broad breast, full eye, small head, and nostril wide, High crest, short ears, straight legs and passing strong, Thin mane, thick tail, broad buttock, tender hide : Look, what a horse should have he did not lack, Save a proud rider on so proud a back.
577 ÆäÀÌÁö - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
510 ÆäÀÌÁö - On the stage we see nothing but corporal infirmities and weakness, the impotence of rage; while we read it, we see not Lear, but we are Lear, — we are in his mind, we are sustained by a grandeur which baffles the malice of daughters and storms...
575 ÆäÀÌÁö - My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone ; The worm, the canker, and the grief Are mine alone...
416 ÆäÀÌÁö - No longer forward nor behind I look in hope or fear ; But, grateful, take the good I find, The best of now and here.