Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 34James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch J. Fraser, 1846 Contains the first printing of Sartor resartus, as well as other works by Thomas Carlyle. |
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... force and animation , and to his co- louring brilliancy and truth ? How ought history , in general , to be written ? According to Fox , it should assume the shape of continued nar- ration , neither deviating into com- mentary nor ...
... force and animation , and to his co- louring brilliancy and truth ? How ought history , in general , to be written ? According to Fox , it should assume the shape of continued nar- ration , neither deviating into com- mentary nor ...
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... force till a more fortunate or vigorous power arose to de- press them ; the subject in speculation could not be ... force . The spirit with which Marius had baffled and repelled the attacks of barbarians in a former age , the civil and ...
... force till a more fortunate or vigorous power arose to de- press them ; the subject in speculation could not be ... force . The spirit with which Marius had baffled and repelled the attacks of barbarians in a former age , the civil and ...
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... force of the tide is not , indeed , entirely exhausted ; it still comes in with a languid flow , but losing more by its retreat than it gains by its re- turn ; now and then , fancy and all the higher and purer powers of the mind assert ...
... force of the tide is not , indeed , entirely exhausted ; it still comes in with a languid flow , but losing more by its retreat than it gains by its re- turn ; now and then , fancy and all the higher and purer powers of the mind assert ...
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... force of the tide is not , indeed , entirely exhausted ; it still comes in with a languid flow , but losing more by its retreat than it gains by its re- turn ; now and then , fancy and all the higher and purer powers of the mind assert ...
... force of the tide is not , indeed , entirely exhausted ; it still comes in with a languid flow , but losing more by its retreat than it gains by its re- turn ; now and then , fancy and all the higher and purer powers of the mind assert ...
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... force to my words . One long sob of happiness gushed from the lips of the old man as he buried his face in his spread hands for an instant . " She was ! she was ! " he murmured beneath his breath . " The parson said so when he read the ...
... force to my words . One long sob of happiness gushed from the lips of the old man as he buried his face in his spread hands for an instant . " She was ! she was ! " he murmured beneath his breath . " The parson said so when he read the ...
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 64 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1861 |
Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 36 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1847 |
Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Том 41 James Anthony Froude,John Tulloch Повний перегляд - 1850 |
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