The Gentleman's Magazine, Volume 278

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A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1895
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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Page 404 - ... all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground ; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his throat our last measure of wine, Which (the burgesses voted by common consent) Was no more than his due...
Page 451 - Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Page 194 - I made them lay their hands in mine and swear To reverence the King, as if he were Their conscience, and their conscience as their King, To break the heathen and uphold the Christ, To ride abroad redressing human wrongs, To speak no slander, no, nor listen to it, To honour his own word as if his God's, To lead sweet lives in purest chastity, To love one maiden only, cleave to her, And worship her by years of noble deeds, Until they won her...
Page 403 - for Aix is in sight! "How they'll greet us!" — and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck and croup over, lay dead as a stone; And there was my Roland to bear the whole weight Of the news which alone could save Aix from her fate, With his nostrils like pits full of blood to the brim, And with circles of red for his eye-sockets
Page 291 - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid : He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows ; Loses them too...
Page 288 - That hath a mint of phrases in his brain ; One whom the music of his own vain tongue Doth ravish like enchanting harmony...
Page 399 - The dappled herd of grazing deer That sought the shades by day, Now started from her path with fear, And gave the stranger way. Darker it grew ; and darker fears Came o'er her troubled mind ; When now, a short quick step she hears Come patting close behind. She...
Page 401 - The dark-grey charger fled: He burst through ranks of fighting men; He sprang o'er heaps of dead. His bridle far out-streaming, His flanks all blood and foam, He sought the southern mountains, The mountains of his home. The pass was steep and rugged, The wolves they howled and whined; But he ran like a whirlwind up the pass, And he left the wolves behind.
Page 53 - I care not, I, to fish in seas, Fresh rivers best my mind do please, Whose sweet calm course I contemplate, And seek in life to imitate : In civil bounds I fain would keep, And for my past offences weep.
Page 110 - ... friend. He no more thought, God forgive him ! that the admired original would ever be charged with the imaginary vices of the fictitious creature than he has himself ever thought of charging the blood of Desdemona and Othello on the innocent Academy model who sat for lago's leg in the picture. Even as to the mere occasional manner, he meant to be so cautious and conscientious that he privately referred the proof...

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