The North British Review, Том 19W.P. Kennedy, 1853 |
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... truth . With death , apparently not distant , before my eyes , I am pleased to think that I have not countenanced error through fear of favour . Neither have I in any case modified my sentiments so as to endeavour thereby to conceal or ...
... truth . With death , apparently not distant , before my eyes , I am pleased to think that I have not countenanced error through fear of favour . Neither have I in any case modified my sentiments so as to endeavour thereby to conceal or ...
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... truth in varying places . It is only in this way that we can account for the difference of systematic views and arrangements taken by many observers , equally zealous for the ascertainment and exposition of truth , and not greatly ...
... truth in varying places . It is only in this way that we can account for the difference of systematic views and arrangements taken by many observers , equally zealous for the ascertainment and exposition of truth , and not greatly ...
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... truth , as have necessarily most things which have been fabled . Olafsen ( th . i . p . 34. ) describes it as " most pleasant to hear . " Henderson ( vol . ii . pp . 10 , 136 , ) records the wild swan as " singing melodiously ; " while ...
... truth , as have necessarily most things which have been fabled . Olafsen ( th . i . p . 34. ) describes it as " most pleasant to hear . " Henderson ( vol . ii . pp . 10 , 136 , ) records the wild swan as " singing melodiously ; " while ...
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... truth is , that since the Napoleonic era the commercial connexions of nations have become so much more extensive , close , and confidential , that a war would be ruinous to the people of every country in a far greater degree even than ...
... truth is , that since the Napoleonic era the commercial connexions of nations have become so much more extensive , close , and confidential , that a war would be ruinous to the people of every country in a far greater degree even than ...
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... truth which lies at the root of it , and without which it could never have received the sanction or swayed the proceedings of all our great statesmen , of whatever party - as he admits that it has done . Since the publication of his ...
... truth which lies at the root of it , and without which it could never have received the sanction or swayed the proceedings of all our great statesmen , of whatever party - as he admits that it has done . Since the publication of his ...
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