Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3Knight, 1824 |
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... passion . These latter observations , of course , apply only to that part of the Review which is appropri- ated to English literature ; but the increased interest which has lately been taken in that of foreign nations , and which may be ...
... passion . These latter observations , of course , apply only to that part of the Review which is appropri- ated to English literature ; but the increased interest which has lately been taken in that of foreign nations , and which may be ...
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... condemned , exiled , exe- cuted in effigy . He tasted the sweetness and the bitterness of every individual stream which flows from the fountain of human • passion ; he gave the immediate impulsion to a 60 Crumbs of Criticism . Mirabeau.
... condemned , exiled , exe- cuted in effigy . He tasted the sweetness and the bitterness of every individual stream which flows from the fountain of human • passion ; he gave the immediate impulsion to a 60 Crumbs of Criticism . Mirabeau.
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• passion ; he gave the immediate impulsion to a mighty revolu- tion ; he created and directed the dominant opinions of twenty- five millions of men for two years together , by the single magic of intellectual superiority ; he was hated ...
• passion ; he gave the immediate impulsion to a mighty revolu- tion ; he created and directed the dominant opinions of twenty- five millions of men for two years together , by the single magic of intellectual superiority ; he was hated ...
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... passion , on aime sa maîtresse ou son amant plus que soi - même , mais non pas plus que leur amour ; on peut tout sacrifier que dis - je ? on désire tout sacrifier , excepté la tendresse de l'objet aimé ! " The following passage is in ...
... passion , on aime sa maîtresse ou son amant plus que soi - même , mais non pas plus que leur amour ; on peut tout sacrifier que dis - je ? on désire tout sacrifier , excepté la tendresse de l'objet aimé ! " The following passage is in ...
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... passion . He was persuaded that a republic would be a mere delusion to France , and that under the shadow of that magnificent name , the liberties of the nation would for ever lie at the mercy of successive dictatorships of triumphant ...
... passion . He was persuaded that a republic would be a mere delusion to France , and that under the shadow of that magnificent name , the liberties of the nation would for ever lie at the mercy of successive dictatorships of triumphant ...
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