Gentleman's Magazine and Historical Review

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A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1847
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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229 ÆäÀÌÁö - But with a crash like thunder Fell every loosened beam, And like a dam, the mighty wreck Lay right athwart the stream ; And a long shout of triumph Rose from the walls of Rome, As to the highest turret-tops Was splashed the yellow foam.
482 ÆäÀÌÁö - Our God shall come, and shall not keep silence : a fire shall devour before him, and it shall be very tempestuous round about him. 4 He shall call to the heavens from above, and to the earth, that he may judge his people.
230 ÆäÀÌÁö - With her small tablets in her hand, and her satchel on her arm, Home she went bounding from the school, nor dreamed of shame or harm...
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - When the oldest cask is opened, And the largest lamp is lit; When the chestnuts glow in the embers, And the kid turns on the spit...
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - See how his eyes gloat on thy grief, like a kite's upon the prey ! With all his wit he little deems that, spurned, betrayed, bereft, Thy father hath in his despair one fearful refuge left. He little deems that in this hand I clutch what still can save Thy gentle youth from taunts and blows, the portion of the slave ; Yea, and from nameless evil, that passeth taunt and blow, Foul outrage, which thou knowest not, which, thou shalt never know.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - Oh ! how I loved my darling ! Though stern I sometimes be, To thee, thou know'st I was not so. Who could be so to thee? And how my darling loved me ! How glad she was to hear My footstep on the threshold when I came back last year. And how she danced with pleasure to see my civic crown, And took my sword, and hung it up, and brought me forth my gown ! Now, all those...
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes, A yell that rent the firmament From all the town arose. On the house-tops was no woman But spat towards him and hissed, No child but screamed out curses, And shook its little fist.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Hew down the bridge, Sir Consul, With all the speed ye may; I, with two more to help me, Will hold the foe in play. In yon strait path a thousand May well be stopped by three. Now who will stand on either hand, And keep the bridge with me?" Then out spake Spurius Lartius; A Ramnian proud was he: "Lo, I will stand at thy .right hand, And keep the bridge with thee.
231 ÆäÀÌÁö - Virginias caught the whittle up, and hid it in his gown. And then his eyes grew very dim, and his throat began to swell, And in a hoarse, changed voice he spake, ' ' Farewell, sweet child ! Farewell ! Oh ! how I loved my darling ! Though stern I sometimes be, To thee, thou know'st, I was not so.
229 ÆäÀÌÁö - Then out spake Spurius Lartius ; A Ramnian proud was he : "Lo, I will stand at thy right hand, And keep the bridge with thee." And out spake strong Herminius ; Of Titian blood was he : " I will abide on thy left side, And keep the bridge with thee.

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