The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 10Oliver Everett., 1825 |
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... Lord Fingal , whose presence alone would have conferred dignity upon any assembly . The galleries were thronged with Catholic beauties , looking so softly patri- otic , that even Lord Liverpool would have forgiven in them the sin of a ...
... Lord Fingal , whose presence alone would have conferred dignity upon any assembly . The galleries were thronged with Catholic beauties , looking so softly patri- otic , that even Lord Liverpool would have forgiven in them the sin of a ...
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... Lord Byron the news of his death was received by them with profound regret . I should there- fore recommend Englishmen who visit Rome , to seek the acquaintance of the young men of the Mezzo Cetto . The high English society , with the ...
... Lord Byron the news of his death was received by them with profound regret . I should there- fore recommend Englishmen who visit Rome , to seek the acquaintance of the young men of the Mezzo Cetto . The high English society , with the ...
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... Lord Byron in his drawing - room , and once a week give a dinner , to which he should invite seven or eight Romans . After a few months persever- ance in this plan he would become quite popular , and find all the de- lights of Roman ...
... Lord Byron in his drawing - room , and once a week give a dinner , to which he should invite seven or eight Romans . After a few months persever- ance in this plan he would become quite popular , and find all the de- lights of Roman ...
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... lord of my acquaintance , who was accounted a great wit in his time , used to say of patriots of this description , " Stubborn dogs ! all out of the spirit of perverseness and obstinacy . " Thus he would undo , at a jerk , the whole ...
... lord of my acquaintance , who was accounted a great wit in his time , used to say of patriots of this description , " Stubborn dogs ! all out of the spirit of perverseness and obstinacy . " Thus he would undo , at a jerk , the whole ...
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... Lord Chancellor Bacon , when he was convicted of bribery . ” -An awful record . The world owes so much to this great man , and his case admits of so much apology , that one is inclined to omit the in- stance against him . Sed magis ...
... Lord Chancellor Bacon , when he was convicted of bribery . ” -An awful record . The world owes so much to this great man , and his case admits of so much apology , that one is inclined to omit the in- stance against him . Sed magis ...
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