Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science and Arts, Volumen60W & R Chambers, 1883 |
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... young things . A sad story , was it not , of the Marchioness being left a widow after only a year of married life out there in Egypt . Her young husband , the late Marquis , had not had the title very long , and the doctors ordered him ...
... young things . A sad story , was it not , of the Marchioness being left a widow after only a year of married life out there in Egypt . Her young husband , the late Marquis , had not had the title very long , and the doctors ordered him ...
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... YOUNG WRITERS . THE following hints - they pretend to be nothing vate the art of composition . Not that the best instruction in the world will of itself make an author , any more than it can make a painter or a sculptor . Something more ...
... YOUNG WRITERS . THE following hints - they pretend to be nothing vate the art of composition . Not that the best instruction in the world will of itself make an author , any more than it can make a painter or a sculptor . Something more ...
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... young writers . Many of them are disposed , by way of appearing clever and deep - sighted , to assume a satirical or cynical style in the treatment of their subject . Our experience of such attempts is that they are , almost without ...
... young writers . Many of them are disposed , by way of appearing clever and deep - sighted , to assume a satirical or cynical style in the treatment of their subject . Our experience of such attempts is that they are , almost without ...
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... young man of some five or six and twenty years , on whose features the traces of recent illness were plainly visible . A magazine had dropped idly from his fingers , and he now lay perfectly still , watching a glint of dying sunlight as ...
... young man of some five or six and twenty years , on whose features the traces of recent illness were plainly visible . A magazine had dropped idly from his fingers , and he now lay perfectly still , watching a glint of dying sunlight as ...
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... young man . He remained there thirty years , and was on his voyage home when he died . He had made his will five years previously , and deposited it with his bankers . By that will , you__are declared Mr Askew's sole heir and legatee ...
... young man . He remained there thirty years , and was on his voyage home when he died . He had made his will five years previously , and deposited it with his bankers . By that will , you__are declared Mr Askew's sole heir and legatee ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 87 - There is another fine ode on the installation of the Duke of Grafton, as Chancellor of the University of Cambridge.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 243 - Groves. 1 heard a Stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day, His voice was buried among trees...
Página 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.