New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Том 2Henry Colburn, 1821 |
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... Land of Promise Hints to young Authors On Heads Fortune's Fickleness Song Thanks for a Place On Affectation in Portraiture Song , from the Italian Christmas Keeping .. .. De Musset's Life of J. J. Rousseau Sonnet from Monti .. Sonnet ...
... Land of Promise Hints to young Authors On Heads Fortune's Fickleness Song Thanks for a Place On Affectation in Portraiture Song , from the Italian Christmas Keeping .. .. De Musset's Life of J. J. Rousseau Sonnet from Monti .. Sonnet ...
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... land . The herald takes a * Odyss . xxii . 347 . Two singers are placed as mourners over the dead body of Hector . ‡ Odyss . viii . 266 . § Odyss . viii . 521 . I have abridged this exquisite passage . Odyss . iii . 267 . When we speak ...
... land . The herald takes a * Odyss . xxii . 347 . Two singers are placed as mourners over the dead body of Hector . ‡ Odyss . viii . 266 . § Odyss . viii . 521 . I have abridged this exquisite passage . Odyss . iii . 267 . When we speak ...
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... land that lacks the manly heart To wear his Country in its inmost core , And spurn th ' invader from his native shore . That land is rich - where filial ties inspire Heroic love , the dauntless patriot's boast- Where glows the free ...
... land that lacks the manly heart To wear his Country in its inmost core , And spurn th ' invader from his native shore . That land is rich - where filial ties inspire Heroic love , the dauntless patriot's boast- Where glows the free ...
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... land . Nor will I , after mention- ing the cynic's name , apologise for this long tirade , or express my fears that I may have seemed tedious to you , lest you should answer me , as he did some foolish talker in his day , " Surely not ...
... land . Nor will I , after mention- ing the cynic's name , apologise for this long tirade , or express my fears that I may have seemed tedious to you , lest you should answer me , as he did some foolish talker in his day , " Surely not ...
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... land or sea Before my eyes were spread , I'd give them all this hour to be On the soldier's dying bed . Though cut and hack'd in every limb , And chok'd with heaps of slain , Glory and fame should be my theme , To soften every pain . My ...
... land or sea Before my eyes were spread , I'd give them all this hour to be On the soldier's dying bed . Though cut and hack'd in every limb , And chok'd with heaps of slain , Glory and fame should be my theme , To soften every pain . My ...
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