Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Том 14John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1848 |
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... thought- period or other of his long life . ful - the next transports us from the region In these multifarious occupations he en- of intelligence into the very innermost re- gaged , not as the impulse of the moment cesses of the natural ...
... thought- period or other of his long life . ful - the next transports us from the region In these multifarious occupations he en- of intelligence into the very innermost re- gaged , not as the impulse of the moment cesses of the natural ...
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... thought of everything that would be most agree it is true , do anything that is positively bad , still able to me if Gretchen were to write it . I often , for fun and for profit , play many a desperate thought that I had succeeded so ...
... thought of everything that would be most agree it is true , do anything that is positively bad , still able to me if Gretchen were to write it . I often , for fun and for profit , play many a desperate thought that I had succeeded so ...
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... thought I saw her eyes moist . I pressed my face on her hands , and ran away . In my whole life I had never been in such a state of distraction . " It would be altogether out of place to offer any analysis of a character so well known ...
... thought I saw her eyes moist . I pressed my face on her hands , and ran away . In my whole life I had never been in such a state of distraction . " It would be altogether out of place to offer any analysis of a character so well known ...
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... thought it effeminate to combat the bloodsuckers with the natural defensive weapon of a gauze canopy , and , in spite of various ingenious expedients such as rendering their rooms unbearable by bonfires of damp moss and puffs of gun ...
... thought it effeminate to combat the bloodsuckers with the natural defensive weapon of a gauze canopy , and , in spite of various ingenious expedients such as rendering their rooms unbearable by bonfires of damp moss and puffs of gun ...
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... thought of trying to open it with my teeth . same litter , the mother being a red fox . In the execution of this plan , I put the Beaver was formerly the grand article of brass handle to my mouth , and my tongue commerce , but Paris ...
... thought of trying to open it with my teeth . same litter , the mother being a red fox . In the execution of this plan , I put the Beaver was formerly the grand article of brass handle to my mouth , and my tongue commerce , but Paris ...
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Страница 413 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Страница 412 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint : She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
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Страница 521 - Lear. Be your tears wet ? yes, faith. I pray, weep not : If you have poison for me I will drink it. I know you do not love me ; for your sisters Have, as I do remember, done me wrong : You have some cause, they have not. Cor. No cause, no cause.
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