The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Том 24R. Phillips, 1837 |
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... hand , truly and sincerely , " to promote the amelioration of the laws and institutions of his country . " With a very excusable bias in favour of those warlike professions , which in his father's reign were the all - in - all to the ...
... hand , truly and sincerely , " to promote the amelioration of the laws and institutions of his country . " With a very excusable bias in favour of those warlike professions , which in his father's reign were the all - in - all to the ...
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... hand bestowed by Mrs. M'Gregor , and a gentle pressure of the fingers on the part of the lovely Flora , Eugenius was ... hands at that period , did what he required . Who can imagine the raptures of Eugenius when he witnessed the ...
... hand bestowed by Mrs. M'Gregor , and a gentle pressure of the fingers on the part of the lovely Flora , Eugenius was ... hands at that period , did what he required . Who can imagine the raptures of Eugenius when he witnessed the ...
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... hands in horror . Yes , very . The Count was buried under that very tree . Flora has never been herself since . " " C ... hand , would rise out of the bed of honour in which he had been snugly tucked up , and warn him from the hazardous ...
... hands in horror . Yes , very . The Count was buried under that very tree . Flora has never been herself since . " " C ... hand , would rise out of the bed of honour in which he had been snugly tucked up , and warn him from the hazardous ...
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hand with her fan , " you may hope , she loves you deeply , passion- ately , truly . Such a heart , Eugenius ! don't break it when I transfer it to you . " Garwood stared at his future mother - in - law in stupid astonish- ment . " Can ...
hand with her fan , " you may hope , she loves you deeply , passion- ately , truly . Such a heart , Eugenius ! don't break it when I transfer it to you . " Garwood stared at his future mother - in - law in stupid astonish- ment . " Can ...
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... hand , and with her continued his glorious advancement in the literary career . The " Publiciste , " the " Gazette de France , " the " Archives Litteraires , " and the " Mercure de France , " were supplied with literary and critical ...
... hand , and with her continued his glorious advancement in the literary career . The " Publiciste , " the " Gazette de France , " the " Archives Litteraires , " and the " Mercure de France , " were supplied with literary and critical ...
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Сторінка 161 - No longer mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell : Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe.
Сторінка 163 - Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall out-live this powerful rhyme ; But you shall shine more bright in these contents Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time. When wasteful war shall statues overturn, And broils root out the work of masonry, Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn The living record of your memory. 'Gainst death and all-oblivious...
Сторінка 161 - ... this line, remember not , The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse, But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.
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Сторінка 161 - Saturn laughed and leaped with him. Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue, Could make me any summer's story tell: Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew: Nor did...
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Сторінка 160 - When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silver'd o'er with white, When lofty trees I see barren of leaves Which erst from heat did canopy the herd...
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