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 hopeful fabric of presumptions into the obscure world of things lost and forgotten . But this is a catastrophe for which every builder of an hypothesis must hold himself prepared ; and should the monument of my trivial re ...
... fair and hopeful fabric of presumptions into the obscure world of things lost and forgotten . But this is a catastrophe for which every builder of an hypothesis must hold himself prepared ; and should the monument of my trivial re ...
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... fair challenge , by Jove , and from two at once , but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his bandeliers . ' ' Halt a bit , halt a bit , rein up and parley , Jenny . ' ' If Claverhouse hears what I have done , he will build me a ...
... fair challenge , by Jove , and from two at once , but it's not easy to bang the soldier with his bandeliers . ' ' Halt a bit , halt a bit , rein up and parley , Jenny . ' ' If Claverhouse hears what I have done , he will build me a ...
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... fair Helen also , " & c -Kenilworth , vol . ii , ch . 4. The " will " in Italics appears to be used Scoticé for shall if not , the sentence is at least extremely uncouth . " I judged as much as that he was mad , ' said Nicholas Blount ...
... fair Helen also , " & c -Kenilworth , vol . ii , ch . 4. The " will " in Italics appears to be used Scoticé for shall if not , the sentence is at least extremely uncouth . " I judged as much as that he was mad , ' said Nicholas Blount ...
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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 Buccleugh ; 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 Buccleugh ; And if thou dost not set me free , False Southron , thou shalt dearly rue ! For Walter of Harden ...
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... Fair Edith sigh'd , Blush'd , sadly sailed , and thus replied : - ' Sweet thought , but vain ! " — & c . Lord of the Isles , Canto I. St. 9 , & c . In furnishing parallel instances from the novels , my only difficulty would be to choose ...
... Fair Edith sigh'd , Blush'd , sadly sailed , and thus replied : - ' Sweet thought , but vain ! " — & c . Lord of the Isles , Canto I. St. 9 , & c . In furnishing parallel instances from the novels , my only difficulty would be to choose ...
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