The English Humourists of the Eighteenth Century: A Series of Lectures, Delivered in England, Scotland, and the United States of AmericaSmith, Elder, 1853 - 322 стор. |
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... , he wished it had ! He once repeated , slowly , several times , " I am what I am . " The last thing he wrote was an epigram on the building of a magazine for arms and You know , of course , that Swift has had 4 ENGLISH HUMOURISTS .
... , he wished it had ! He once repeated , slowly , several times , " I am what I am . " The last thing he wrote was an epigram on the building of a magazine for arms and You know , of course , that Swift has had 4 ENGLISH HUMOURISTS .
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... light of day - a thing which happened in 1835 , when certain works going on in St. Patrick's Cathedral , Dublin , afforded an opportunity of their being examined . interesting volume on the closing years of Swift's life , SWIFT . 5.
... light of day - a thing which happened in 1835 , when certain works going on in St. Patrick's Cathedral , Dublin , afforded an opportunity of their being examined . interesting volume on the closing years of Swift's life , SWIFT . 5.
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... things . . . and who cried out ' You must know , Mr. Dean , that I set up for a wit ? ' ' Do you so , ' says the Dean , ' take my advice , and sit down again ! ' " At another time , being in company , where a lady whisking her long ...
... things . . . and who cried out ' You must know , Mr. Dean , that I set up for a wit ? ' ' Do you so , ' says the Dean , ' take my advice , and sit down again ! ' " At another time , being in company , where a lady whisking her long ...
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... things in very different words , so in several ages , countries , constitutions of laws and religion , the same thing seems to be meant by very different expressions ; what is called by the Stoics apathy , or dispassion ; by the ...
... things in very different words , so in several ages , countries , constitutions of laws and religion , the same thing seems to be meant by very different expressions ; what is called by the Stoics apathy , or dispassion ; by the ...
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... things - above mother , above mild Dorothea , above that tremendous Sir William in his square - toes and periwig , when Mr. Swift comes down from his master with rage in his heart , and has not a kind word even for little Hester Johnson ...
... things - above mother , above mild Dorothea , above that tremendous Sir William in his square - toes and periwig , when Mr. Swift comes down from his master with rage in his heart , and has not a kind word even for little Hester Johnson ...
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