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... knew better than he that the man who became Henry the Seventh was deep , prudent , and far - seeing , although not greatly wise . It was Richmond's enemy , Richard , who said that ; and said it not to himself , but to one of his own ...
... knew better than he that the man who became Henry the Seventh was deep , prudent , and far - seeing , although not greatly wise . It was Richmond's enemy , Richard , who said that ; and said it not to himself , but to one of his own ...
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... knew , though sorely desolated , When the children of the poor depart , Their earth - vestures are but sublimated , So to gather closer in the heart . With a courage which had never fitted Words to speak it to the soul it blessed , She ...
... knew , though sorely desolated , When the children of the poor depart , Their earth - vestures are but sublimated , So to gather closer in the heart . With a courage which had never fitted Words to speak it to the soul it blessed , She ...
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... knew the terrible need ; He stretched away with his utmost speed ; Hills rose and fell ; but his heart was gay , With Sheridan fifteen miles away . Still sprang from those swift hoofs , thundering south , The dust , like smoke from the ...
... knew the terrible need ; He stretched away with his utmost speed ; Hills rose and fell ; but his heart was gay , With Sheridan fifteen miles away . Still sprang from those swift hoofs , thundering south , The dust , like smoke from the ...
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... knew it to be eaten very freely at dessert , however finely it might look , I have not thought it worth while to push its proportions for a mere show upon the exhibition tables . The amateurs would smile at those I have ; but I console ...
... knew it to be eaten very freely at dessert , however finely it might look , I have not thought it worth while to push its proportions for a mere show upon the exhibition tables . The amateurs would smile at those I have ; but I console ...
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... knew now that the guillotine was near . As I alighted I could see , away to my right , the dim outline of the prison looming against the night sky , with not a single light in its grat- ings . The broad square before it was sheeted over ...
... knew now that the guillotine was near . As I alighted I could see , away to my right , the dim outline of the prison looming against the night sky , with not a single light in its grat- ings . The broad square before it was sheeted over ...
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