Letters to Dead AuthorsC. Scribner's sons, 1886 - 234 страница |
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... comes , nor even that Bayle would none of it and mocked its author . With so little knowledge is history written , and thus doth each chattering brook of a ' Life ' swell with its tribute ' that great Mississippi of falsehood ...
... comes , nor even that Bayle would none of it and mocked its author . With so little knowledge is history written , and thus doth each chattering brook of a ' Life ' swell with its tribute ' that great Mississippi of falsehood ...
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... comes the name of that city , I could not ( though I asked all men I met ) learn aught with certainty . But to me , considering this , it seemed that Io must have come thither . And now farewell to Io . To the City of the Priests there ...
... comes the name of that city , I could not ( though I asked all men I met ) learn aught with certainty . But to me , considering this , it seemed that Io must have come thither . And now farewell to Io . To the City of the Priests there ...
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Andrew Lang. And , if one Rag of Character they spare , Comes the Biographer , and strips it bare ! Such , Pope , has been thy Fortune , such thy Doom . Swift the Ghouls gathered at the Poet's Tomb , With Dust of Notes to clog each ...
Andrew Lang. And , if one Rag of Character they spare , Comes the Biographer , and strips it bare ! Such , Pope , has been thy Fortune , such thy Doom . Swift the Ghouls gathered at the Poet's Tomb , With Dust of Notes to clog each ...
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... Comes El - n first : I fancy you'll agree Not frenzied Dennis smote so fell as he ; For El - n's Introduction , crabbed and dry , Like Churchill's Cudgel's2 marked with Lie , and Lie ! ' Too dull to know what his own System meant , Pope ...
... Comes El - n first : I fancy you'll agree Not frenzied Dennis smote so fell as he ; For El - n's Introduction , crabbed and dry , Like Churchill's Cudgel's2 marked with Lie , and Lie ! ' Too dull to know what his own System meant , Pope ...
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... comes faintly through the shadow of the earth , where the poplars are duskier , and the waters more pale than in the meadows of Anjou . There , in that restful twilight , far re- mote from war and plot , from sword and fire , and from ...
... comes faintly through the shadow of the earth , where the poplars are duskier , and the waters more pale than in the meadows of Anjou . There , in that restful twilight , far re- mote from war and plot , from sword and fire , and from ...
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