Letters to Richard Heber, Esq., M.P.: Containing Critical Remarks on the Series of Novels Beginning with "Waverley", and an Attempt to Ascertain Their AuthorRodwell and Martin, 1822 - 317 страница |
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... fair and hope- ful fabric of presumptions into the obscure world of things lost and forgotten . But this is a cata- strophe for which every builder of an hypothesis must hold himself prepared ; and should the monu- ment of my trivial ...
... fair and hope- ful fabric of presumptions into the obscure world of things lost and forgotten . But this is a cata- strophe for which every builder of an hypothesis must hold himself prepared ; and should the monu- ment of my trivial ...
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... fair challenge , by Jove , and from two at once , ' but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his ban- ' deliers . ' • Halt a bit , halt a bit , rein up and par- 6 ley , Jenny . ' If Claverhouse hears what I have ? 6 ' done , he will ...
... fair challenge , by Jove , and from two at once , ' but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his ban- ' deliers . ' • Halt a bit , halt a bit , rein up and par- 6 ley , Jenny . ' If Claverhouse hears what I have ? 6 ' done , he will ...
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... fair Helen also , ' & c . - Kenilworth , vol . ii . ch . 4. The ' will ' in Italics appears to be used Scoticè for shall ; if not , the sentence is at least extremely uncouth . I judged as much as that he was mad , ' said Nicholas ...
... fair Helen also , ' & c . - Kenilworth , vol . ii . ch . 4. The ' will ' in Italics appears to be used Scoticè for shall ; if not , the sentence is at least extremely uncouth . I judged as much as that he was mad , ' said Nicholas ...
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... fair face , and courage free , Shews he is come of high degree . ' Yes ! I am come of high degree , For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch ; And if thou dost not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden ...
... fair face , and courage free , Shews he is come of high degree . ' Yes ! I am come of high degree , For I am the heir of bold Buccleuch ; And if thou dost not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden ...
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... fair boy ! My mind was never set so high ; But if thou art chief of such a clan , And art the son of such a man , And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou ' lt make ...
... fair boy ! My mind was never set so high ; But if thou art chief of such a clan , And art the son of such a man , And ever comest to thy command , Our wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand , Thou ' lt make ...
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