The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231Bradbury, Evans, 1871 |
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... half as far ? All its own rivals . and contemporaries have vanished like shadows on the wall . The Gentleman's alone remains ; and in comparison with it the Times and the Edinburgh Review are things of yesterday . The Gentleman's ...
... half as far ? All its own rivals . and contemporaries have vanished like shadows on the wall . The Gentleman's alone remains ; and in comparison with it the Times and the Edinburgh Review are things of yesterday . The Gentleman's ...
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... half - forgotten memory ; and then all at once I knew him well . His explanation was brief . He was in the neighbourhood , and could not resist the temptation to call and see me ; heard quite by accident that I was Perpetual Curate of ...
... half - forgotten memory ; and then all at once I knew him well . His explanation was brief . He was in the neighbourhood , and could not resist the temptation to call and see me ; heard quite by accident that I was Perpetual Curate of ...
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... half an hour with an answer upon the subject . I went into the club ; I looked vacantly at the papers ; I looked at the list of bankrupts , half expecting , with my panic - stricken ideas , to see my own name there . I read a case of ...
... half an hour with an answer upon the subject . I went into the club ; I looked vacantly at the papers ; I looked at the list of bankrupts , half expecting , with my panic - stricken ideas , to see my own name there . I read a case of ...
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... half parted lips . I have a rose which she gave me even now . It lies with other treasures in that cabinet by the western window of my favourite room in the old parsonage house of Sum- merdale . Ruth Oswald was the Dean's youngest ...
... half parted lips . I have a rose which she gave me even now . It lies with other treasures in that cabinet by the western window of my favourite room in the old parsonage house of Sum- merdale . Ruth Oswald was the Dean's youngest ...
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... half - forgotten verse with metaphorical images of memory ? -or came the thought in some for- gotten dream ? Memory is the Divine link between what is past and what is yet to come . It is soul - thought , the action of the undying mind ...
... half - forgotten verse with metaphorical images of memory ? -or came the thought in some for- gotten dream ? Memory is the Divine link between what is past and what is yet to come . It is soul - thought , the action of the undying mind ...
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