The London Magazine, Том 6Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1822 |
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... Italian Architecture , 483 . Literature , 287 , 381 . Italy , Sketches from , 78 , 224 . Farewell to , 387 . Kellerman , Hans , his account of the Siege of Vienna , 367 . Kemble , Mr. , has not vitiated the public taste , 39 . King ...
... Italian Architecture , 483 . Literature , 287 , 381 . Italy , Sketches from , 78 , 224 . Farewell to , 387 . Kellerman , Hans , his account of the Siege of Vienna , 367 . Kemble , Mr. , has not vitiated the public taste , 39 . King ...
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Stanzas from Jean Bertaut , 365 , & c . Farewell to Italy , 387 . On Cock - fighting , by Dr. Wild , 396 . The Last of Autumn , by John Clare , 403 . Translations from Sceve , 414 . Des Autels , 416 . The Sailor's Lady , 427 . Low ...
Stanzas from Jean Bertaut , 365 , & c . Farewell to Italy , 387 . On Cock - fighting , by Dr. Wild , 396 . The Last of Autumn , by John Clare , 403 . Translations from Sceve , 414 . Des Autels , 416 . The Sailor's Lady , 427 . Low ...
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... Italians . It has been transferred by Mr. Mathias into that language , to which alone it seemed properly to belong . Mr. Glasse has done as much for Caractacus by giving it up to the Greek . Of the two Odes , which are all , excepting ...
... Italians . It has been transferred by Mr. Mathias into that language , to which alone it seemed properly to belong . Mr. Glasse has done as much for Caractacus by giving it up to the Greek . Of the two Odes , which are all , excepting ...
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... Italy , " continued he , " I was accosted by Madame de Stäel in a large company , though at that time I avoided going out much in public . She followed me every where , and stuck so close that I could not shake her off . At last she ...
... Italy , " continued he , " I was accosted by Madame de Stäel in a large company , though at that time I avoided going out much in public . She followed me every where , and stuck so close that I could not shake her off . At last she ...
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... Italy and some other countries , but never contemplated my total ruin . " ( Vol . ii . p . 94-97 . ) There are many sketches of Mu- rat , but this is the best . It was Mr. O'Meara who communicated to Napoleon the intelligence of Murat's ...
... Italy and some other countries , but never contemplated my total ruin . " ( Vol . ii . p . 94-97 . ) There are many sketches of Mu- rat , but this is the best . It was Mr. O'Meara who communicated to Napoleon the intelligence of Murat's ...
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Страница 246 - Whether, supposing that the flavour of a pig who obtained his death by whipping (per flagellationem extremam) superadded a pleasure upon the palate of a man more intense than any possible suffering we can conceive in the animal, is man justified in using that method of putting the animal to death ?