The Quarterly Review, Том 49William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... Lord Keeper led the brawls , The seals and maces danced before him ; while at the same time they carry us on to that darker period , of which the clouds were beginning to gather , and in which these great men , now uniting in festive ...
... Lord Keeper led the brawls , The seals and maces danced before him ; while at the same time they carry us on to that darker period , of which the clouds were beginning to gather , and in which these great men , now uniting in festive ...
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... lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health again Restor'd , and then There was a balsam pour'd into ...
... lord , the voice that did your sickness tell , Strook like a midnight chime or knell ; At every sound I took into my sense a wound , Which had no cure till I did hear Your health again Restor'd , and then There was a balsam pour'd into ...
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... lord , Have mercy on yourself ; I do not beg Your pity upon me , I know too well You cannot love me now , nor would I rob This virgin of your faith , since you have pleas'd To throw me from your love : I do not ask One smile , nor one ...
... lord , Have mercy on yourself ; I do not beg Your pity upon me , I know too well You cannot love me now , nor would I rob This virgin of your faith , since you have pleas'd To throw me from your love : I do not ask One smile , nor one ...
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... lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me beseech you then , to be so kind , After your own solemnities are done , To grace my wedding ; I shall be married shortly . Pis . To whom ? Ami . To one whom you have ...
... lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me beseech you then , to be so kind , After your own solemnities are done , To grace my wedding ; I shall be married shortly . Pis . To whom ? Ami . To one whom you have ...
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... Lord Althorp , Lord J. Russell , and the other correspondents with the Political Unions of England , the passages of the eleventh chapter , in which are described the dealings of successive governments with that assiduous auxiliary of ...
... Lord Althorp , Lord J. Russell , and the other correspondents with the Political Unions of England , the passages of the eleventh chapter , in which are described the dealings of successive governments with that assiduous auxiliary of ...
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