The universal anthology, a collection of the best literature, with biographical and explanatory notes, ed. by R. Garnett, L. Vallée, A. Brandl. Imperial ed, Том 17Richard Garnett 1899 |
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... less oppressed , supply more varied currents of human activity . The novel has been for modern Russia what the chansons de geste and the fabliaux were for medieval France ; occupying the place now taken by the pulpit and the platform ...
... less oppressed , supply more varied currents of human activity . The novel has been for modern Russia what the chansons de geste and the fabliaux were for medieval France ; occupying the place now taken by the pulpit and the platform ...
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... less uneasy at their own Foibles when they have so old a Precedent to keep them in Countenance : Nay , there are some frank enough to confess they envy what they laugh at ; and when I have seen others , whose Rank and Fortune have laid ...
... less uneasy at their own Foibles when they have so old a Precedent to keep them in Countenance : Nay , there are some frank enough to confess they envy what they laugh at ; and when I have seen others , whose Rank and Fortune have laid ...
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... less than heavenly . Full of ardor and excitement , determined to execute what he had mentally undertaken , Turpin held on his solitary course . Everything was favorable to his project : the roads were in admirable condition , his mare ...
... less than heavenly . Full of ardor and excitement , determined to execute what he had mentally undertaken , Turpin held on his solitary course . Everything was favorable to his project : the roads were in admirable condition , his mare ...
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Richard Garnett. " What I enjoy with spirit , is it the less my own on that ac- count ? If I can pay for six horses , are not their powers mine ? I drive along , and am a proper man , as if I had four and twenty legs ! " · • IV . The ...
Richard Garnett. " What I enjoy with spirit , is it the less my own on that ac- count ? If I can pay for six horses , are not their powers mine ? I drive along , and am a proper man , as if I had four and twenty legs ! " · • IV . The ...
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... Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigor born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night ...
... Less pleasing when possest ; The tear forgot as soon as shed , The sunshine of the breast : Theirs buxom health , of rosy hue , Wild wit , invention ever new , And lively cheer , of vigor born ; The thoughtless day , the easy night ...
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Adams answer Aurangzeb beauty better black crows bless born brother called Candide captain Castlewood Colonel creature cried Cunegund Davers dear dearest love desire Dick Dick Turpin door Dost Dupleix endeavored English eyes face father follow gentleman George George Warrington give Gogol hand happy hath head hear heard heart highwayman Hindu honor hope horse hour Indian insult Jackey Jewkes JOHN BYROM Joseph Andrews king labor lady ladyship laugh liberty live look Lord madam Marathas MARK AKENSIDE master means mind Montesquieu Muhammadan Nabob nature never night o'er Pamela Pangloss passion philosopher pity pleasure poor prince qu'il Rajputs reason replied russe Russian sentiment soul speak spirit sure sword Tarass Boulba taxes tell thee things THOMAS GRAY thou art thought tion took truth Turpin vex'd virtue voice wench whole woman words wretched young
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