Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Nide 60W & R Chambers, 1883 |
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Sivu 7
... seemed to mingle refine- ment of thought with decision of character . eyes were particularly good - dark , grave , reflec- tive , yet with a playful gleam in them at times which seemed to show that he had not left his youth so far ...
... seemed to mingle refine- ment of thought with decision of character . eyes were particularly good - dark , grave , reflec- tive , yet with a playful gleam in them at times which seemed to show that he had not left his youth so far ...
Sivu 21
... seemed , less by what she said than with white lips and half - averted head ; ' never by the strange winning charm of her impressive - never ! ' And she recoiled a little from the side of her foreign friend . manner . You For whom , or ...
... seemed , less by what she said than with white lips and half - averted head ; ' never by the strange winning charm of her impressive - never ! ' And she recoiled a little from the side of her foreign friend . manner . You For whom , or ...
Sivu 25
... seemed to be for ever interrogating you - but he could , when it so pleased him , charge them with a sort of cold twinkle , which the world in general accepted as an outward and visible sign of an inborn geniality of disposition , such ...
... seemed to be for ever interrogating you - but he could , when it so pleased him , charge them with a sort of cold twinkle , which the world in general accepted as an outward and visible sign of an inborn geniality of disposition , such ...
Sivu 52
... seemed long ; but a period of excitement cannot be accurately gauged by the matter - of - fact standard of mere seconds and minutes the weeping girl remained as it were alone with her own thoughts , and paid no heed to the remonstrances ...
... seemed long ; but a period of excitement cannot be accurately gauged by the matter - of - fact standard of mere seconds and minutes the weeping girl remained as it were alone with her own thoughts , and paid no heed to the remonstrances ...
Sivu 62
... seemed to tickle his fancy immensely ; for he stood there chuckling to himself and rubbing his hands as in great glee . Clever chap that ! Un - commonly clever chap ! ' he muttered to him- self . ' He's quite right . Young Brownsmith ...
... seemed to tickle his fancy immensely ; for he stood there chuckling to himself and rubbing his hands as in great glee . Clever chap that ! Un - commonly clever chap ! ' he muttered to him- self . ' He's quite right . Young Brownsmith ...
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Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Sivu 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...
Sivu 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.
Sivu 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Sivu 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.