The Eclectic Review, Том 14;Том 32Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood 1820 |
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... imaginations of young men . ' 6 On the 3d of November of the same year , ( ' a day , ' he re- marks , never to be mentioned without a curse , ' ) he had seen the King proceed in state , after his return from his Northern expedition , to ...
... imaginations of young men . ' 6 On the 3d of November of the same year , ( ' a day , ' he re- marks , never to be mentioned without a curse , ' ) he had seen the King proceed in state , after his return from his Northern expedition , to ...
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... imagination , from the tragical fate of one sovereign , and the adverse fortunes of ano- ther , the exiled heir ... imaginations , the concrete idea of all that is venerable , captivating , or commanding in the attributes of royalty ...
... imagination , from the tragical fate of one sovereign , and the adverse fortunes of ano- ther , the exiled heir ... imaginations , the concrete idea of all that is venerable , captivating , or commanding in the attributes of royalty ...
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... imagination ? Is it the recital of a pleasing dream ? Is it not enthusiasm rather than religion ? Ah ! many of us know that it is not fiction but fact . It is not the recital of a vain dream but of a blessed reality . We remember the ...
... imagination ? Is it the recital of a pleasing dream ? Is it not enthusiasm rather than religion ? Ah ! many of us know that it is not fiction but fact . It is not the recital of a vain dream but of a blessed reality . We remember the ...
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... imagination is powerful , had the purity of his taste been equal to the simplicity of his feelings , had his under- standing been as sound as his heart , we hope , is warm - though we have a deeply rooted distrust of all sentimentalists ...
... imagination is powerful , had the purity of his taste been equal to the simplicity of his feelings , had his under- standing been as sound as his heart , we hope , is warm - though we have a deeply rooted distrust of all sentimentalists ...
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... imagination by highly- coloured pictures of carnage and of murder , and endeavoured to put a stop to internal and civil bloodshed in one nation , by extending slaughter and desolation to every state in Europe , and every region of the ...
... imagination by highly- coloured pictures of carnage and of murder , and endeavoured to put a stop to internal and civil bloodshed in one nation , by extending slaughter and desolation to every state in Europe , and every region of the ...
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