The Cambridge University Magazine, Том 1,Випуск 1W.P. Grant, 1840 |
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... continued to bring forward other specimens ; but as yet he could never be induced to exhibit any of the originals . Success will lend daring to the most pusillanimous spirit . Lord Orford , the celebrated Horace Walpole , " the ...
... continued to bring forward other specimens ; but as yet he could never be induced to exhibit any of the originals . Success will lend daring to the most pusillanimous spirit . Lord Orford , the celebrated Horace Walpole , " the ...
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... continued to bring forward gems and snatches of exquisite song , rich with impassioned thought and glowing poetry ; all written in the same obsolete language , and breathing the same air of antiquity . The best judges were deceived by ...
... continued to bring forward gems and snatches of exquisite song , rich with impassioned thought and glowing poetry ; all written in the same obsolete language , and breathing the same air of antiquity . The best judges were deceived by ...
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... bleeding and low diet , he was pretty well restored to health , though he continued subject to fits of lightheadedness and raving from time to time ; till about the year 1828 , when the fever came Report of a Commission of Lunacy . 37.
... bleeding and low diet , he was pretty well restored to health , though he continued subject to fits of lightheadedness and raving from time to time ; till about the year 1828 , when the fever came Report of a Commission of Lunacy . 37.
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... continued to gratify with dose after dose of this baleful medicine , and still to this present hour are doing so , while the patient , who has been completely childish for many years , does nothing but cry out for more ; and so , I ...
... continued to gratify with dose after dose of this baleful medicine , and still to this present hour are doing so , while the patient , who has been completely childish for many years , does nothing but cry out for more ; and so , I ...
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... continued the stranger : " I can obtain for you your desire : one word from me , and you shall be at the head of ALL your fellow - students -at the head of them ALL ; what say you to that ? " The student's eyes glistened with delight ...
... continued the stranger : " I can obtain for you your desire : one word from me , and you shall be at the head of ALL your fellow - students -at the head of them ALL ; what say you to that ? " The student's eyes glistened with delight ...
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