The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 277

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F. Jefferies, 1894
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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Pagina 87 - I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once, When in a wood of Crete they bayed the bear With hounds of Sparta ; never did I hear Such gallant chiding ; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
Pagina 49 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Pagina 538 - Why do they prate of the blessings of Peace? we have made them a curse, Pickpockets, each hand lusting for all that is not its own; And lust of gain, in the spirit of Cain, is it better or worse Than the heart of the citizen hissing in war on his own hearthstone?
Pagina 584 - I NEVER had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life only to the culture of them, and study of nature...
Pagina 252 - The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow. At first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear; And floating about the under-sky...
Pagina 584 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran Nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice art In beds and curious knots, but nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain, Both where the morning sun first warmly smote The open field, and where the unpierced shade Imbrown'd the noontide bowers. Thus was this place A happy rural seat of various view...
Pagina 76 - Every gate is thronged with suitors, all the markets overflow. I have but an angry fancy: what is that which I should do?
Pagina 92 - But fare thee well! Mine is no narrow creed; And He who gave thee being did not frame The mystery of life to be the sport Of merciless man ! There is another world For all that live and move — a better one ! Where the proud bipeds, who would fain confine Infinite Goodness to the little bounds Of their own charity, may envy theel ON A LANDSCAPE OF GASPAB POUSSIN.
Pagina 86 - She woulde weep if that she saw a mouse Caught in a trap, if it were dead or bled. Of smalle houndes had she, that she fed With roasted flesh, and milk, and wastel bread. But sore wept she if one of them were dead, Or if men smote it with a yarde smart: And all was conscience and tender heart.
Pagina 206 - And only thro' the faded leaf The chestnut pattering to the ground : Calm and deep peace on this high wold, And on these dews that drench the furze, And all the silvery gossamers That twinkle into green and gold : Calm and still light on yon great plain That sweeps with all its autumn bowers, And crowded farms and lessening towers, To mingle with the bounding main : Calm and deep peace in this wide air, These leaves that redden to the fall ; And in my heart, if calm at all, If any calm, a calm despair...

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