Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 36W. Blackwood & Sons, 1834 |
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... Monsieur Chateaubriand himself to two Parisian periodical works , and there can be therefore no doubt of their entire authenticity . M. de Chateaubriand , it appears , was so well satisfied with the notice of the Revue de Paris , from ...
... Monsieur Chateaubriand himself to two Parisian periodical works , and there can be therefore no doubt of their entire authenticity . M. de Chateaubriand , it appears , was so well satisfied with the notice of the Revue de Paris , from ...
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... Monsieur de Chateaubriand , ( if his supposition be any thing more than bitter irony , ) that these experi- ments will ever attain to any practi- cal consistency . We believe the dis- organizing principle to be inconsist- ent with any ...
... Monsieur de Chateaubriand , ( if his supposition be any thing more than bitter irony , ) that these experi- ments will ever attain to any practi- cal consistency . We believe the dis- organizing principle to be inconsist- ent with any ...
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... Monsieur Lis- tado had given up his bed to me , and slept himself on a small pallet be- side the wall in the same room . At the right hand of the head of my bed , a lofty door opened into an adjoining room , a large dreary un- furnished ...
... Monsieur Lis- tado had given up his bed to me , and slept himself on a small pallet be- side the wall in the same room . At the right hand of the head of my bed , a lofty door opened into an adjoining room , a large dreary un- furnished ...
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... monsieur , -not one vord . Adieu until de afternoon . " And he vanished out of the room in the same noiseless way he had entered it . To obtain any information from the nurse that sat beside me , I knew was out of the question ; so I ...
... monsieur , -not one vord . Adieu until de afternoon . " And he vanished out of the room in the same noiseless way he had entered it . To obtain any information from the nurse that sat beside me , I knew was out of the question ; so I ...
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... Monsieur Sarrans is right , or the work which he undertakes to confute , the " Deux Ans de Regne , " emanating from the Philippist go- vernment . In our view , of course , they are both wrong ; and we would not give the toss up of a ...
... Monsieur Sarrans is right , or the work which he undertakes to confute , the " Deux Ans de Regne , " emanating from the Philippist go- vernment . In our view , of course , they are both wrong ; and we would not give the toss up of a ...
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Сторінка 548 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Сторінка 549 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
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