Sequel to the English Reader, Or Elegant Selections in Prose and Poetry ...Lincoln & Edmands. Sold at their Bible warehouse, and theological and miscellaneous bookstore, no. 53 Cornhill, 1816 - 286 страница |
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... She carried a magnifying glafs in one of her hands , and was clothed in a loose flowing robe . embroidered with feveral figures of fiends , and fpec- tres , that difcovered themselves in a thousand chimerical fhapes , as her garment ...
... She carried a magnifying glafs in one of her hands , and was clothed in a loose flowing robe . embroidered with feveral figures of fiends , and fpec- tres , that difcovered themselves in a thousand chimerical fhapes , as her garment ...
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... she had got it into her poffeffion , much more difagreeable than the old one . I made the fame ob- fervation on every other misfortune or calamity , which every one in the affembly brought upon himself , in 20 PART I. Sequel to the ...
... she had got it into her poffeffion , much more difagreeable than the old one . I made the fame ob- fervation on every other misfortune or calamity , which every one in the affembly brought upon himself , in 20 PART I. Sequel to the ...
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... She was dreffed in black , her skin was contracted into a thousand wrinkles , her eyes deep funk in her head , and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance of death . Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting feverity ...
... She was dreffed in black , her skin was contracted into a thousand wrinkles , her eyes deep funk in her head , and her complexion pale and livid as the countenance of death . Her looks were filled with terror and unrelenting feverity ...
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... she , “ what can be the motive that has brought fo numerous a company of vifiters to this house of forrow ? " Valeria then addreffed herself to the mother : " It is to you , Veturia , that thefe women have recourfe in the ex- treme ...
... she , “ what can be the motive that has brought fo numerous a company of vifiters to this house of forrow ? " Valeria then addreffed herself to the mother : " It is to you , Veturia , that thefe women have recourfe in the ex- treme ...
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... she had ceafed , he ftill con- tinued in deep filence . Anger , hatred , and defire of re- venge , balanced in his heart thofe fofter paffions which the fight and difcourfe of his mother had awakened in his breast . Veturia perceiving ...
... she had ceafed , he ftill con- tinued in deep filence . Anger , hatred , and defire of re- venge , balanced in his heart thofe fofter paffions which the fight and difcourfe of his mother had awakened in his breast . Veturia perceiving ...
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againſt alfo ASPASIO becauſe behold beſt bleffings bufy cheerfulneſs chriftian confider Coriolanus courfe defire diſcovered divine earth exiſtence eyes fafe faid fame fays fcene fecret feemed felf fenfe fentiments feveral fhade fhall fhould fide filent firſt fituation fleep fmile fociety fome fometimes foon forrow foul fpirit ftate ftill ftrength fubject fuccefs fuch fuffered fuperior fupport Grongar Hill Habit happineſs happy heart Heaven himſelf honour houſe human increaſe inftruction itſelf labour laft laſt leaſt lefs loft look Lord MARCUS AURELIUS mifery mind moft moſt mountain muft muſt myſelf nature nefs o'er obferved occafion paffed paffions perfons philofopher pleafing pleaſe pleaſure poffeffed praiſe prefent profpect purpoſe raiſed Reafon refignation reft religion rife Scythia Seged SERVIUS TULLIUS ſhall ſhe ſtate thee thefe themſelves theſe thofe thoſe thou thought thouſand univerfal uſeful Veturia virtue whofe wifdom Xerxes youth
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