The Cabinet: Or, Monthly Report of Polite Literature, Том 4Mathews and Leigh., 1808 |
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... of idleness , or too close an attachment to reading the former breeds innumerable diseases , both in body and soul : the latter , by filling young and tender : minds with more knowledge than they can either retain or 26 CABINET ,
... of idleness , or too close an attachment to reading the former breeds innumerable diseases , both in body and soul : the latter , by filling young and tender : minds with more knowledge than they can either retain or 26 CABINET ,
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... soul ; and VOL . IV . Q next to that , the salvation of the souls of CABINET . 113.
... soul ; and VOL . IV . Q next to that , the salvation of the souls of CABINET . 113.
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... souls of others . Tem- perate in all things , though mean in nothing , he made provision for doing good with his opulence : and seemed to be most in his element when appropriating a consi- derable part of his large income to the ...
... souls of others . Tem- perate in all things , though mean in nothing , he made provision for doing good with his opulence : and seemed to be most in his element when appropriating a consi- derable part of his large income to the ...
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... author has shewn much taste and judgment . The subjects are interesting and important , and the author has not forgotten that brevity is the soul of wit . " 66 Conversation : a Didactic Poem , in Three Parts . 116 CABINET .
... author has shewn much taste and judgment . The subjects are interesting and important , and the author has not forgotten that brevity is the soul of wit . " 66 Conversation : a Didactic Poem , in Three Parts . 116 CABINET .
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... soul Laura leaves her wretched home , Lost to joy incessant weeps , Seeks the dew - bespangl'd tomb , Where in silence Edmund sleeps . Hark ! she gently strikes the lyre- Mouruful sound the trembling strings , Echoing round the moss ...
... soul Laura leaves her wretched home , Lost to joy incessant weeps , Seeks the dew - bespangl'd tomb , Where in silence Edmund sleeps . Hark ! she gently strikes the lyre- Mouruful sound the trembling strings , Echoing round the moss ...
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