The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots magazine, Том 7 |
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6I am situated greatly to my satis . lar sentiment upon the same occasion ,
defaction with regard to the conduct and be . siring , if it be possible , however ,
as much haviour of my auditory , who not only live as in me lieth , to live
peaceably with ...
6I am situated greatly to my satis . lar sentiment upon the same occasion ,
defaction with regard to the conduct and be . siring , if it be possible , however ,
as much haviour of my auditory , who not only live as in me lieth , to live
peaceably with ...
Сторінка 393
His observations on the causes of the ter , and not regard the lying invoices of
decay of the commerce of Germany , the carriers , as if they were pure truth ?
particularly of the Hanse Towns , are “ Yes , Sir ; but people must live ; still
referred to ...
His observations on the causes of the ter , and not regard the lying invoices of
decay of the commerce of Germany , the carriers , as if they were pure truth ?
particularly of the Hanse Towns , are “ Yes , Sir ; but people must live ; still
referred to ...
Сторінка 394
His style is clear , animated , did not enable her to live . They were and
unencumbered , rich in Germanboth at length sent to Bridewell , and now isms ,
and quite free from that affectthey can live . ” ed etymological purity of
phraseology Many ...
His style is clear , animated , did not enable her to live . They were and
unencumbered , rich in Germanboth at length sent to Bridewell , and now isms ,
and quite free from that affectthey can live . ” ed etymological purity of
phraseology Many ...
Сторінка 514
Nor wilt Pheres commands thee , O Alcestis ! live ! thou , Ne ' er , ne ' er shall
woman ' s youthful lore O mighty goddess of th ' infernal shades ! surpass Whose
image sanctifies this threshold An aged sire ' s devotedness . floor , Alc . I know ...
Nor wilt Pheres commands thee , O Alcestis ! live ! thou , Ne ' er , ne ' er shall
woman ' s youthful lore O mighty goddess of th ' infernal shades ! surpass Whose
image sanctifies this threshold An aged sire ' s devotedness . floor , Alc . I know ...
Сторінка 515
Shall live for you . Go , hang upon his neck , Alcestis ! and thy feeble hand
supports And with your innocent encircling arms With its last power , supports my
sinking Twine round him fondly . head , Eum . Can it be indeed , E ' en now ,
while ...
Shall live for you . Go , hang upon his neck , Alcestis ! and thy feeble hand
supports And with your innocent encircling arms With its last power , supports my
sinking Twine round him fondly . head , Eum . Can it be indeed , E ' en now ,
while ...
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