Lives of the Illustrious: (the Biographical Magazine)., Том 3J. Passmore Edwards, 1852 |
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... mind the great fall out with the English and with the Quarterly . One of his productions , characterized by those who have read it as a weak and in- judicious tale , quite unworthy of the author's reputation , was the " Moni- kins ...
... mind the great fall out with the English and with the Quarterly . One of his productions , characterized by those who have read it as a weak and in- judicious tale , quite unworthy of the author's reputation , was the " Moni- kins ...
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... mind , that they would ignore all works of fiction ; but those who , blessed with a wider expanse of mind , see in descriptions of the wonderful , the curious , and the interesting in humanity , certain links which , if pro- perly ...
... mind , that they would ignore all works of fiction ; but those who , blessed with a wider expanse of mind , see in descriptions of the wonderful , the curious , and the interesting in humanity , certain links which , if pro- perly ...
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... mind and body were alike to be machines . Schiller's letters at this time to his friend , Karl Mozer , sufficiently show the fiery tumults and agitation of his mind - sometimes mournful - sometimes indignant . Now sarcastic- now ...
... mind and body were alike to be machines . Schiller's letters at this time to his friend , Karl Mozer , sufficiently show the fiery tumults and agitation of his mind - sometimes mournful - sometimes indignant . Now sarcastic- now ...
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... mind as his . There were times when , notwithstanding his own prior habits , and all the vaunting of dramaturgists , he felt that their scenic glories were but an empty show , a lying refuge , where there was no abiding rest for the ...
... mind as his . There were times when , notwithstanding his own prior habits , and all the vaunting of dramaturgists , he felt that their scenic glories were but an empty show , a lying refuge , where there was no abiding rest for the ...
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... mind is drawn different ways ; I fall head- long out of my ideal world , if a holed stocking remind me of the real world . " As to the other point , I require for my private happiness to have a true , warm friend , that would ever be at ...
... mind is drawn different ways ; I fall head- long out of my ideal world , if a holed stocking remind me of the real world . " As to the other point , I require for my private happiness to have a true , warm friend , that would ever be at ...
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