Blackwood's Magazine, Том 3W. Blackwood., 1818 |
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... light ? How gorgeous is its throng of constellations ! -To me it seems like a procession of innu- merable worlds , passing in review be- fore their Creator . Monk . If the galaxy moves , why may not the sun ? Galileo . My judgment is ...
... light ? How gorgeous is its throng of constellations ! -To me it seems like a procession of innu- merable worlds , passing in review be- fore their Creator . Monk . If the galaxy moves , why may not the sun ? Galileo . My judgment is ...
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... light till we come down to the point of your nose , which would be the only sharp in the picture . No- thing but brownness and darkness every where else . Pray you , sit down here , and try on this great hat . Trader . Nay , by your ...
... light till we come down to the point of your nose , which would be the only sharp in the picture . No- thing but brownness and darkness every where else . Pray you , sit down here , and try on this great hat . Trader . Nay , by your ...
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... light ! And hark ! what rumour's gathering sound is nigh ? Is it the voice of joy , that murmur deep ? Away , be hushed , ye sounds of revelry ! Back to your homes ye multitudes , to weep ! Weep ! for the storm hath o'er us darkly past ...
... light ! And hark ! what rumour's gathering sound is nigh ? Is it the voice of joy , that murmur deep ? Away , be hushed , ye sounds of revelry ! Back to your homes ye multitudes , to weep ! Weep ! for the storm hath o'er us darkly past ...
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... light is in that holy pile , Where , in the house of silence , kings repose ; There , thro ' the dim arcade and pillared aisle , The funeral torch its deep - red radiance throws . There pall , and canopy , and sacred strain , And all ...
... light is in that holy pile , Where , in the house of silence , kings repose ; There , thro ' the dim arcade and pillared aisle , The funeral torch its deep - red radiance throws . There pall , and canopy , and sacred strain , And all ...
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... light as they merit ; nay more , it is highly probable that the greater part of the money invested in these banks had previously been lodged with pri- vate persons , and only transferred be- cause a higher interest was allowed in the ...
... light as they merit ; nay more , it is highly probable that the greater part of the money invested in these banks had previously been lodged with pri- vate persons , and only transferred be- cause a higher interest was allowed in the ...
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