The British Magazine, Or, Miscellany of Polite Literature Comprehending an Analysis of Modern Publications, Том 1J. Robins, 1823 |
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... took from them so much as the perusal of their works would of necessity leave hanging to the idea's of any studious man . III . The Essay on the Character of Petrarch is the most original and the most satisfactory in the volume . It ...
... took from them so much as the perusal of their works would of necessity leave hanging to the idea's of any studious man . III . The Essay on the Character of Petrarch is the most original and the most satisfactory in the volume . It ...
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... took with him on his journeys , and kept more horses to carry his books . Twelve years before his death , he gave his rich collection of ancient manuscripts to the Venetian Senate , and thus became the founder of the library of Saint ...
... took with him on his journeys , and kept more horses to carry his books . Twelve years before his death , he gave his rich collection of ancient manuscripts to the Venetian Senate , and thus became the founder of the library of Saint ...
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... took a wider range , and added to the natural embellishments . The obscure outline of the surrounding forest assumed grotesque forms , and fancy was busy in inventing improbabilities , and clothing each ill - defined object in her fairy ...
... took a wider range , and added to the natural embellishments . The obscure outline of the surrounding forest assumed grotesque forms , and fancy was busy in inventing improbabilities , and clothing each ill - defined object in her fairy ...
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... took pos- session of my mind : things of whose shape I could form no idea would seize me , and whirl me round till sight and hearing fled ; then I would start from the delusion as from a dream , and again the roar of the cata- ract ...
... took pos- session of my mind : things of whose shape I could form no idea would seize me , and whirl me round till sight and hearing fled ; then I would start from the delusion as from a dream , and again the roar of the cata- ract ...
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... took their leave , and I retired for the night to my chamber . Being sleepless from the train of ideas which rushed over my mind , the observations that I had made since I arrived at the house mingled with my other thoughts . Malgré ...
... took their leave , and I retired for the night to my chamber . Being sleepless from the train of ideas which rushed over my mind , the observations that I had made since I arrived at the house mingled with my other thoughts . Malgré ...
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