The Life and Letters of John Gibson Lockhart, Том 1J. C. Nimmo, 1897 - 862 стор. |
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... feel obliged to keep in reserve . Mr. Lockhart's character - too complex to be easily construed - was also so strong as to leave its leading traits deeply and permanently marked . His letters best reveal him , and though much has ...
... feel obliged to keep in reserve . Mr. Lockhart's character - too complex to be easily construed - was also so strong as to leave its leading traits deeply and permanently marked . His letters best reveal him , and though much has ...
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... feel an impulse so natural to youth as the impulse to rhyme . Its presence proves nothing , but its absence may be an indication of some lack , of something wanting , which , even if Lockhart's for- tunes had been different , might have ...
... feel an impulse so natural to youth as the impulse to rhyme . Its presence proves nothing , but its absence may be an indication of some lack , of something wanting , which , even if Lockhart's for- tunes had been different , might have ...
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... feel by a free month's view you all in summer . of " Traill , I understand , is to be in Edinburgh this winter . I shall be there for a day or two very soon and see . " My novel comes on wondrously — I mean as to bulk . My fears are ...
... feel by a free month's view you all in summer . of " Traill , I understand , is to be in Edinburgh this winter . I shall be there for a day or two very soon and see . " My novel comes on wondrously — I mean as to bulk . My fears are ...
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... feel no sympathy with the mercantile souls here , and have really no companion whatever . I don't know what I would not have given to spend Christmas with the Welchman and you . I fancy Bristol may be cursedly like this place , for you ...
... feel no sympathy with the mercantile souls here , and have really no companion whatever . I don't know what I would not have given to spend Christmas with the Welchman and you . I fancy Bristol may be cursedly like this place , for you ...
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... feel a degree of wonder at the two months ' silence which has prevailed betwixt us , greater than a much longer cessation of any other epistolary traffic could have occasioned in me . Since I wrote you last I have spent a few weeks at ...
... feel a degree of wonder at the two months ' silence which has prevailed betwixt us , greater than a much longer cessation of any other epistolary traffic could have occasioned in me . Since I wrote you last I have spent a few weeks at ...
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