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The Bookmart: A Monthly Magazine of Literary and Library ..., Volume 6
Affichage du livre entier - 1889
The Bookmart: A Monthly Magazine of Literary and Library ..., Volumes 1 à 2
Affichage du livre entier - 1885
The Bookmart: A Monthly Magazine of Literary and Library ..., Volume 5
Halkett Lord,Richard Halkett
Affichage du livre entier - 1888
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Page 400 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...
Page 354 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part, — Nay I have done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Page 219 - For my descent then, it was, as is well known by many, of a low and inconsiderable generation ; my father's house being of that rank that is meanest and most despised of all the families in the land.
Page 353 - Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 10 - If there be any among those common objects of hatred I do contemn and laugh at, it is that great enemy of reason, virtue, and religion, the multitude; that numerous piece of monstrosity, which taken asunder seem men, and the reasonable creatures of God, but confused together, make but one great beast, and a monstrosity more prodigious tban hydra; it is no breach of charity to call these fools...
Page 447 - ... accent of Christians, nor the gait of Christian, pagan, nor man, have so strutted and bellowed, that I have thought some of nature's journeymen had made men, and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
Page 352 - If all the pens that ever poets held Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts. And every sweetness that inspired their hearts. Their minds, and muses on admired themes; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit; If these had made one poem's period, And all...
Page 262 - Enthralls the crimson stomacher; A cuff neglectful, and thereby Ribbands to flow confusedly; A winning wave, deserving note, In the tempestuous petticoat ; A careless shoestring, in whose tie I see a wild civility; — Do more bewitch me, than when art Is too precise in every part.
Page 222 - Some books are only cursorily to be tasted of. Namely first, voluminous books, the task of a man's life to read them over; secondly, auxiliary books, only to be repaired to on occasions ; thirdly, such as are mere pieces of formality, so that if you look on them, you look through them; and he that peeps through the casement of the index, sees as much as if he were in the house.