The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1871 The "Gentleman's magazine" section is a digest of selections from the weekly press; the "(Trader's) monthly intelligencer" section consists of news (foreign and domestic), vital statistics, a register of the month's new publications, and a calendar of forthcoming trade fairs. |
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... comes into my mind often to feel that I am selfish and unrighteous in cherishing memories of the past so fondly . Even now there is an image which seems to stand between me and heaven , for late in the silent night and early in the ...
... comes into my mind often to feel that I am selfish and unrighteous in cherishing memories of the past so fondly . Even now there is an image which seems to stand between me and heaven , for late in the silent night and early in the ...
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... comes to our aid through deep - set windows . Presently we stand before a heavy doorway . We will not knock , but enter quietly . It is my father's studio . A smell of paint and turpentine and fusty portfolios greets us on the threshold ...
... comes to our aid through deep - set windows . Presently we stand before a heavy doorway . We will not knock , but enter quietly . It is my father's studio . A smell of paint and turpentine and fusty portfolios greets us on the threshold ...
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... comes out warm and bright and glowing . Her lord , with grim and frowning face , stands by the body of her lover . The accessories are a bit of old wainscoting and tapestry , and a polished oaken floor . The artist is evidently pleased ...
... comes out warm and bright and glowing . Her lord , with grim and frowning face , stands by the body of her lover . The accessories are a bit of old wainscoting and tapestry , and a polished oaken floor . The artist is evidently pleased ...
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... comes that which makes memory a comfort and a joy for ever . Memory is part of the living soul ? Yes ! it is an everlasting echo , an undying perfume , a continuing spring , a perpetual ray . In the days to come it will be a memento of ...
... comes that which makes memory a comfort and a joy for ever . Memory is part of the living soul ? Yes ! it is an everlasting echo , an undying perfume , a continuing spring , a perpetual ray . In the days to come it will be a memento of ...
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... comes near the water - gate , and hovers by the dear old house . The passenger is the Perpetual Curate of Summer- dale floating by with his memories of the past . If my parishioners at Summerdale could see their pastor , on this day set ...
... comes near the water - gate , and hovers by the dear old house . The passenger is the Perpetual Curate of Summer- dale floating by with his memories of the past . If my parishioners at Summerdale could see their pastor , on this day set ...
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