The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 10Oliver Everett., 1825 |
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... death of the Euglishman , his countrymen in Rome , who visited at the Duke Torlonia's and a few other houses , gave free course to the most injurious reflections on the Roman character , and this while speaking to Romans in their own ...
... death of the Euglishman , his countrymen in Rome , who visited at the Duke Torlonia's and a few other houses , gave free course to the most injurious reflections on the Roman character , and this while speaking to Romans in their own ...
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... 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 exception of the late ...
... 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 exception of the late ...
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... death sublime , That fills that evil mouth of Time ! As the spirit when compress'd Is of finer force possess'd , And , when stripp'd of husk and clay , Flameth like an eastern day , - As a drop when spread is nought , Mix'd with air and ...
... death sublime , That fills that evil mouth of Time ! As the spirit when compress'd Is of finer force possess'd , And , when stripp'd of husk and clay , Flameth like an eastern day , - As a drop when spread is nought , Mix'd with air and ...
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... death , for advising the Romans to pursue their war with that commonwealth . - An old effem- inate lord of my acquaintance , who was accounted a great wit in his time , used to say of patriots of this description , " Stubborn dogs ! all ...
... death , for advising the Romans to pursue their war with that commonwealth . - An old effem- inate lord of my acquaintance , who was accounted a great wit in his time , used to say of patriots of this description , " Stubborn dogs ! all ...
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... death was , perhaps , as good a baulk as could be for such a tyrant as Henry the Eighth ; but in itself it is not a great death . " Marius , when the soldier sent to kill him in the dungeon , was struck with so much awe and veneration ...
... death was , perhaps , as good a baulk as could be for such a tyrant as Henry the Eighth ; but in itself it is not a great death . " Marius , when the soldier sent to kill him in the dungeon , was struck with so much awe and veneration ...
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