Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3Knight, 1824 |
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... respect , -all these are pe- culiarly his own . It is idle for an Englishman , a German , an Italian , or Spaniard , to attempt to catch at the light and ready wit of a Frenchman , at his elasticity , and at the often real grace ...
... respect , -all these are pe- culiarly his own . It is idle for an Englishman , a German , an Italian , or Spaniard , to attempt to catch at the light and ready wit of a Frenchman , at his elasticity , and at the often real grace ...
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... respect each other , and avoid , as much as the complicated machinery of national interests will allow , that their respective views should clash . Other travellers , such as the lamented Belzoni , Mr. Bullock , and several more , come ...
... respect each other , and avoid , as much as the complicated machinery of national interests will allow , that their respective views should clash . Other travellers , such as the lamented Belzoni , Mr. Bullock , and several more , come ...
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... respects , with regard to political prepossessions . Between these two important matters of human thought and action there is a well - known affinity . Eustace was a quiet and benignant man , naturally attached to monarchical forms , as ...
... respects , with regard to political prepossessions . Between these two important matters of human thought and action there is a well - known affinity . Eustace was a quiet and benignant man , naturally attached to monarchical forms , as ...
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... respects ) are yet much behind in modern improvements , or modern refinement . They have more characteristic traits of their own to distinguish them from other nations ; they have more of the personal independence of half civilized ...
... respects ) are yet much behind in modern improvements , or modern refinement . They have more characteristic traits of their own to distinguish them from other nations ; they have more of the personal independence of half civilized ...
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... respect their rights as if they were his own . He pledges the dignity of his crown ; that crown which had been committed to him for the weal of his people , and which he never named , but that he might the more easily delude and oppress ...
... respect their rights as if they were his own . He pledges the dignity of his crown ; that crown which had been committed to him for the weal of his people , and which he never named , but that he might the more easily delude and oppress ...
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