Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine, Volume 1Punch Office, 1845 Contains Douglas Jerrold's novel St. Giles and St. James (selected issues, no. 1-29), illustrated by Leech. |
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... cried , standing suddenly fixed before what seemed , in truth , the effigy of death . In a moment , recovering herself , she stooped towards the sitter , and gently shook her . " Stone - cold -frozen ! Lord in heaven ! that his ...
... cried , standing suddenly fixed before what seemed , in truth , the effigy of death . In a moment , recovering herself , she stooped towards the sitter , and gently shook her . " Stone - cold -frozen ! Lord in heaven ! that his ...
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... cried the disturber of the watchman's peace ; at once violently coming to the object of her mission . " That was last night , " said the watchman , with a slight , sup plementary yawn . " I tell you , to - night , man ST . GILES AND ST ...
... cried the disturber of the watchman's peace ; at once violently coming to the object of her mission . " That was last night , " said the watchman , with a slight , sup plementary yawn . " I tell you , to - night , man ST . GILES AND ST ...
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... cried to all the astounded streets , " justice is awake ! And then lantern after lantern glimmered in the night one lantern advancing with a sober , a considerate pace ; another , with a sort of flutter ; another , dancing like a jack ...
... cried to all the astounded streets , " justice is awake ! And then lantern after lantern glimmered in the night one lantern advancing with a sober , a considerate pace ; another , with a sort of flutter ; another , dancing like a jack ...
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... cried as some- thing stirred beneath the ends of the woman's shawl , that lay huddled upon her lap . With the words , Mrs. Aniseed plucked the shawl aside , and discovered a sleeping infant . " What a heavenly babe ! " she cried : and ...
... cried as some- thing stirred beneath the ends of the woman's shawl , that lay huddled upon her lap . With the words , Mrs. Aniseed plucked the shawl aside , and discovered a sleeping infant . " What a heavenly babe ! " she cried : and ...
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... cried , " blessed angel ! the cold - the cruel cold has killed it . " " Nonsense , " said Drizzle , " the woman's for killing everything . It's no more dead than its mother here , and " -and here the watchman turned to his companions ...
... cried , " blessed angel ! the cold - the cruel cold has killed it . " " Nonsense , " said Drizzle , " the woman's for killing everything . It's no more dead than its mother here , and " -and here the watchman turned to his companions ...
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Aniseed answered asked beautiful better Bishop Bishop of Exeter Blast blessed Bright Jem Bulworth called Capstick Charles Lamb child church comfort Corn Laws court creature cried Dan'l dear death door Edward the Confessor England eyes face feel felt Folder friends gentleman Giles give hand happy Hazlitt head heard heart honour hope human James king Kitty knew labour lady land live London look lord matter means mind miserable Miss Canary muffin-maker muffins murder nature never night Norman Northcote Old Bailey once Pa'ason passed poet poor reader round Saxon seemed seen Sir James Graham smile sort soul spirit Spoonbill strange sure surplice talk Tangle tell there's things thought thousand tiger took true truth turned Vandervermin voice wife William William Hazlitt woman words wretch young St
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Page 187 - Reade him, therefore; and againe, and againe: And if then you doe not like him, surely you are in some manifest danger, not to understand him.
Page 340 - Dis's waggon! daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath...
Page 280 - On Lough Neagh's bank as the fisherman strays, When the clear, cold eve's declining, He sees the round towers of other days, In the wave beneath him shining! Thus shall memory often, in dreams sublime, Catch a glimpse of the days that are over, Thus, sighing, look through the waves of time For the long-faded glories they cover!
Page 186 - Here is the difference betwixt the poet and the mystic, that the last nails a symbol to one sense, which was a true sense for a moment, but soon becomes old and false. For all symbols are fluxional; all language is vehicular and transitive, and is good, as ferries and horses are, for conveyance, not as farms and houses are, for homestead.
Page 177 - Sir, had you not better have a glass of water ?' — upon which he, much out of humour, said, with an oath, ' No ; I will go directly to the queen,
Page 174 - Caroline much embarrassed on my first being presented to her — pretty face — not expressive of softness — her figure not graceful — fine eyes — good hand — tolerable teeth, but going — fair hair and light eyebrows, good bust — short, with what the French call " des t:paules impertinentes." Vastly happy with her future expectations
Page 187 - The rounded world is fair to see, Nine times folded in mystery: Though baffled seers cannot impart The secret of its laboring heart, Throb thine with Nature's throbbing breast, And all is clear from east to west.
Page 83 - It will be said by many that I might have been more pleasing to the reader if I had written the story of mine own times, having been permitted to draw water as near the well-head as another. To this I answer, that whosoever in writing a modern history shall follow truth too near the heels, it may haply strike out his teeth. There is no mistress or guide that hath led her followers and servants into greater miseries.
Page 85 - O eloquent, just and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised; thou hast drawn together all the farstretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition...
Page 528 - This is the process of our love and wisdom To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure ! Merciful God ! Each pore and natural outlet...