The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Том 1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... become arid and black , the basin resumes its level , and the valley returns to a profound stillness . ” We shall make no apology for the copiousness of our extracts , because we feel that we shall do our readers and the author the more ...
... become arid and black , the basin resumes its level , and the valley returns to a profound stillness . ” We shall make no apology for the copiousness of our extracts , because we feel that we shall do our readers and the author the more ...
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... becoming chill , I felt no objection to comply with his wishes . On looking around , how- ever , and seeing no fit place of landing , I continued my course , hoping shortly to find some more commodious spot . Very great 12 December Tales :
... becoming chill , I felt no objection to comply with his wishes . On looking around , how- ever , and seeing no fit place of landing , I continued my course , hoping shortly to find some more commodious spot . Very great 12 December Tales :
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... become once more a guest under the roof where I had spent some of the merriest hours of a chequered life . I accordingly set out upon my ex- pedition ; and happening to have no companion in the coach which con- veyed me and my ...
... become once more a guest under the roof where I had spent some of the merriest hours of a chequered life . I accordingly set out upon my ex- pedition ; and happening to have no companion in the coach which con- veyed me and my ...
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... become the deities of our hearths ; the desire of vying with superiors , and outdoing equals , the only ambition of English hospitality . ' Nothing could reconcile us to Major Ravelin , unless his book were , like himself , reduced to ...
... become the deities of our hearths ; the desire of vying with superiors , and outdoing equals , the only ambition of English hospitality . ' Nothing could reconcile us to Major Ravelin , unless his book were , like himself , reduced to ...
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... become safe anchorage - till its precipices had melted with the sunshine - till of all its strong abodes and castles not one stone re- mained upon another , would I have defended against these villainous hypocritical rebels , my dear ...
... become safe anchorage - till its precipices had melted with the sunshine - till of all its strong abodes and castles not one stone re- mained upon another , would I have defended against these villainous hypocritical rebels , my dear ...
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