The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Томи 1 – 2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... character a noble and dignified flow of sentiment , sustained by powerful thought . We shall all owe Tait's Magazine a debt of gratitude if it proceed unburrowing minds like that which has poured forth these verses : Among the grave ...
... character a noble and dignified flow of sentiment , sustained by powerful thought . We shall all owe Tait's Magazine a debt of gratitude if it proceed unburrowing minds like that which has poured forth these verses : Among the grave ...
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... character , and all the new scenes around made her gayer still . But by- and - by this novelty began to fade a little ; and after being fa- miliar with busy streets and close - packed houses , she could not help calling to mind the ...
... character , and all the new scenes around made her gayer still . But by- and - by this novelty began to fade a little ; and after being fa- miliar with busy streets and close - packed houses , she could not help calling to mind the ...
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... character of the woman . Shame , too , at the thought of being exposed and degraded in the eyes of the neighbourhood , for she feared they would judge hardly of her , made her resolve , whatever might be the consequence , to keep her ...
... character of the woman . Shame , too , at the thought of being exposed and degraded in the eyes of the neighbourhood , for she feared they would judge hardly of her , made her resolve , whatever might be the consequence , to keep her ...
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... character ? " she continued repeating to herself , as she hurried on , without exactly knowing whither ; tears , caresses , and every thing that was afflicting succeeded this tumult of resentment . - I cannot give you an exact ac- count ...
... character ? " she continued repeating to herself , as she hurried on , without exactly knowing whither ; tears , caresses , and every thing that was afflicting succeeded this tumult of resentment . - I cannot give you an exact ac- count ...
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... character of countenance ; and I could afterwards recollect that his son greatly resembled him in this : but such was then the wide difference in their age and appear- ance , that nothing of the sort occurred to me . How indeed should ...
... character of countenance ; and I could afterwards recollect that his son greatly resembled him in this : but such was then the wide difference in their age and appear- ance , that nothing of the sort occurred to me . How indeed should ...
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