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I hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country
maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad
representatives in point of cultivation of the noble dames and their attendant
damsels who had ...
I hope it will not trouble my readers . We , a little child , and a young country
maiden , the daughter of a respectable Hampshire farmer , were no bad
representatives in point of cultivation of the noble dames and their attendant
damsels who had ...
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But several accidents of my ill - fortune have disappointed me hitherto , and do
still of that felicity ; for though I have made the first and hardest step to it by
abandoning all ambitions and hopes in this world , and by retiring from the noise
of all ...
But several accidents of my ill - fortune have disappointed me hitherto , and do
still of that felicity ; for though I have made the first and hardest step to it by
abandoning all ambitions and hopes in this world , and by retiring from the noise
of all ...
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They will rise in demand soon I hope ; for my friend Mr . Willmott , a writer
deservedly popular , has praised them in one of his charming volumes just as
they ought to be praised . It would be difficult to say more . The poems are
singularly ...
They will rise in demand soon I hope ; for my friend Mr . Willmott , a writer
deservedly popular , has praised them in one of his charming volumes just as
they ought to be praised . It would be difficult to say more . The poems are
singularly ...
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It abounds in happy traits , especially the one , which tells to half an hour how
long a silly beauty may hope to retain the heart of a man of sense . The
expression when the haughty Isabella , unconscious of her conquest and
marching on to ...
It abounds in happy traits , especially the one , which tells to half an hour how
long a silly beauty may hope to retain the heart of a man of sense . The
expression when the haughty Isabella , unconscious of her conquest and
marching on to ...
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... this pleasant poem is now so scarce , that , after a long search in London , I
fairly gave up all hopes of succeeding , and only obtained the volume at Bath ,
the birthplace of the author , who was the son of Christopher Anstey , the well -
known ...
... this pleasant poem is now so scarce , that , after a long search in London , I
fairly gave up all hopes of succeeding , and only obtained the volume at Bath ,
the birthplace of the author , who was the son of Christopher Anstey , the well -
known ...
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| Назва | Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 1 Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Mary Russell Mitford |
| Автор | Mary Russell Mitford |
| Видавець | Richard Bentley, 1857 |
| Оригінал із | Оксфордський університет |
| Оцифровано | 8 сер. 2007 |
| Обсяг | 376 стор. |
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