The Modern Language Review, Том 1

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John George Robertson, Charles Jasper Sisson
Modern Humanities Research Association, 1906
The Modern Language Review (MLR) is an interdisciplinary journal encompassing the following fields: English (including United States and the Commonwealth), French (including Francophone Africa and Canada), Germanic (including Dutch and Scandinavian), Hispanic (including Latin-American, Portuguese, and Catalan), Italian, Slavonic and East European Studies, and General Studies (including linguistics, comparative literature, and critical theory).

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Сторінка 38 - those spoilers spoiled, Voltaire, " Frederick and Paul, Catherine and Leopold, And hoary anarchs, demagogues, and sage — names which the world thinks always old ? "For, in the battle Life and they did wage, She remained conqueror. I was overcome By my own heart alone, which neither age "Nor tears nor infamy, nor now the tomb, Could temper to its object.

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