The Monthly Magazine, Or, British Register, Том 22 |
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The sonnet was first introduced into this country by Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey
, in the year 1518 . Mr . Housınan maintains that it may now be considered fairly
naturalized among us . We hold a different opinion . Nay , we have our doubts ...
The sonnet was first introduced into this country by Henry Howard , Earl of Surrey
, in the year 1518 . Mr . Housınan maintains that it may now be considered fairly
naturalized among us . We hold a different opinion . Nay , we have our doubts ...
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Thus art thou beautiful , my Henry . This expression of inanhood seems nature on
thy brow . That boldness which flashes in thy look is incense to niy heart . Should
I not love it , Henry ? Is it not all my work ? Are not all those thoughts of glory ...
Thus art thou beautiful , my Henry . This expression of inanhood seems nature on
thy brow . That boldness which flashes in thy look is incense to niy heart . Should
I not love it , Henry ? Is it not all my work ? Are not all those thoughts of glory ...
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Yes , Rita would have been jealous of a mother or a sister , if Henry had either ;
for love such as hers was fiercest selfishness , perfect exclusiveness . The more
she saw of Henry the more she loved . She passed whole hours listening lo the ...
Yes , Rita would have been jealous of a mother or a sister , if Henry had either ;
for love such as hers was fiercest selfishness , perfect exclusiveness . The more
she saw of Henry the more she loved . She passed whole hours listening lo the ...
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Believe me then , Henry , believe my love . I will swear to love thee ever . I have
willed thee no harm , but would sacrifice every thing to thee ; do then love me ,
Henry . ” Her eyes were filled with tears , and she kissed his hands with ardent ...
Believe me then , Henry , believe my love . I will swear to love thee ever . I have
willed thee no harm , but would sacrifice every thing to thee ; do then love me ,
Henry . ” Her eyes were filled with tears , and she kissed his hands with ardent ...
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cried Henry . “ A Spanish duchess , who resided near St . Renau . ” “ Do you
know what you are saying , Rumphius ? ” enquired the count , eagerly . “ It cannot
be ! It is impossible ! " " It is indeed true , " answered Rumphius ; " the funeral was
...
cried Henry . “ A Spanish duchess , who resided near St . Renau . ” “ Do you
know what you are saying , Rumphius ? ” enquired the count , eagerly . “ It cannot
be ! It is impossible ! " " It is indeed true , " answered Rumphius ; " the funeral was
...
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