The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Томи 1 – 2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... give flesh and milk like a goat , nor hair for spinning like a camel . The GAZELLE is the most elegant and beautiful of the antelope tribe . One in the menagerie at Windsor , which died in 1827 , was only twenty inches in height , and ...
... give flesh and milk like a goat , nor hair for spinning like a camel . The GAZELLE is the most elegant and beautiful of the antelope tribe . One in the menagerie at Windsor , which died in 1827 , was only twenty inches in height , and ...
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... give him leave to break my head that denies it , and finer than the Irish . To be sure , now , I see your sis- ters ... Give my sincerest regards ( not compliments , do you mind ) to your agreeable family ; and give my service to my ...
... give him leave to break my head that denies it , and finer than the Irish . To be sure , now , I see your sis- ters ... Give my sincerest regards ( not compliments , do you mind ) to your agreeable family ; and give my service to my ...
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... give Wordsworth's sonnet , as less generally accessible than the songs of our coun- trymen . Grief , thou hast lost an ever ready friend , Now that the cottage spinning - wheel is mute , And care a comforter , that best could suit Her ...
... give Wordsworth's sonnet , as less generally accessible than the songs of our coun- trymen . Grief , thou hast lost an ever ready friend , Now that the cottage spinning - wheel is mute , And care a comforter , that best could suit Her ...
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... give me of your industry ; the table - cloths of your own spinning , & c . , but your sending for long black pins , and lace , and feathers , dissolved the charm , and dis- gusted me as much , as if you had put salt into my straw ...
... give me of your industry ; the table - cloths of your own spinning , & c . , but your sending for long black pins , and lace , and feathers , dissolved the charm , and dis- gusted me as much , as if you had put salt into my straw ...
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... give her a flogging ; but I fired , and shot her through the heart ! " My blood ran cold at this relation , and I looked with feelings of hor- For at the savage while he related it . Shall I be credited when 1 again affirm , that he was ...
... give her a flogging ; but I fired , and shot her through the heart ! " My blood ran cold at this relation , and I looked with feelings of hor- For at the savage while he related it . Shall I be credited when 1 again affirm , that he was ...
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Сторінка 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Сторінка 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Сторінка 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Сторінка 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Сторінка 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
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