Douglas Jerrold's Shilling Magazine, Volume 5
Punch Office, 1847 - English periodicals
Contains Douglas Jerrold's novel St. Giles and St. James (selected issues, no. 1-29), illustrated by Leech.
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Agnes appearance Archer beautiful become better carry character close comes continued course cried dear death door effect equal existence eyes face fact feel felt give hand happy Harding head heard heart hope hour human interest Italy keep kind lady leave less light live look lord Mary matter means mind Miss morning nature never night observed once party passed perhaps political poor possessed present principles reason respect rest round seemed seen short side society soon sort soul sound speak spirit stand sure tell things thought took true truth turned voice Walton whole wish woman women wonder young
Page 226 - A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
Page 93 - This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 337 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 96 - Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream, Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That in a spleen unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say, Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up, So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 224 - There is that speaketh like the piercings of a sword : but the tongue of the wise is health.
Page 93 - This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings...
Page 94 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 309 - The invention all admired, and each, how he To be the inventor missed ; so easy it seemed Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought Impossible...