Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 8William Blackwood, 1821 |
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... hope the trooper is still within the jurisdiction of church censures . - She should na be spairt . Na doubt , the fault lies with her , and it is that I am going to search , yea , as with a lighted candle . " Mr Snodgrass expressed his ...
... hope the trooper is still within the jurisdiction of church censures . - She should na be spairt . Na doubt , the fault lies with her , and it is that I am going to search , yea , as with a lighted candle . " Mr Snodgrass expressed his ...
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... hope you have got the box I sent by the smak , and that you like the patron of the goon - So no more at present , but remains , dear Miss Mally , your sinsaire friend , JANET PRINGLE . MY DEAR BELL , -Since my last we have undergone ...
... hope you have got the box I sent by the smak , and that you like the patron of the goon - So no more at present , but remains , dear Miss Mally , your sinsaire friend , JANET PRINGLE . MY DEAR BELL , -Since my last we have undergone ...
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... hope you do not think that earthly knowledge of any sort has a tendency to make mankind , or womankind either , any better ; for was not Solomon , who had more of it than any other man , a type and testification , that knowledge without ...
... hope you do not think that earthly knowledge of any sort has a tendency to make mankind , or womankind either , any better ; for was not Solomon , who had more of it than any other man , a type and testification , that knowledge without ...
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... hope you will wear with pleasure for my sake . I have got one exactly like it , so that when you see yourself in the glass , you will behold in what state I appeared at Lady's route . Ah ! my dear Bell , how much are our expectations ...
... hope you will wear with pleasure for my sake . I have got one exactly like it , so that when you see yourself in the glass , you will behold in what state I appeared at Lady's route . Ah ! my dear Bell , how much are our expectations ...
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... Hope , Pride , Genius , nay , till Love's own fire Desert the weary heart , a cold and moulder- ing pyre . Enchanted sleep , yet full of deadly dreams ; Companionship divine , stern solitude ; Thou serpent , colour'd with the brightest ...
... Hope , Pride , Genius , nay , till Love's own fire Desert the weary heart , a cold and moulder- ing pyre . Enchanted sleep , yet full of deadly dreams ; Companionship divine , stern solitude ; Thou serpent , colour'd with the brightest ...
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Сторінка 279 - ... a little indulgence to others, and a great deal of distrust of ourselves; which are not qualities of a mean spirit, as some may possibly think them; but virtues of a great and noble kind, and such as dignify our nature as much as they contribute to our repose and fortune. For nothing can be so unworthy of a well-composed soul, as to pass away life in bickerings and litigations, in snarling and scuffling with every one about us. Again and again, my dear Barry, we must be at peace with our species...
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