Reine Canziani [by C.G. Godwin]. |
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... hour's attention to these volumes , rises from the perusal of them with a warmer admiration of those virtues which elevate the mind of man , and with a deeper detestation of the vices that degrade and deform it , my end will be fully ...
... hour's attention to these volumes , rises from the perusal of them with a warmer admiration of those virtues which elevate the mind of man , and with a deeper detestation of the vices that degrade and deform it , my end will be fully ...
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... hour of its endurance . Canziani also traced , perhaps , some- what vaguely , his genealogy up to a still more remote and venerated source , to Athenian origin , and it was a subject of no small pride to him . CHAPTER II . What is he ...
... hour of its endurance . Canziani also traced , perhaps , some- what vaguely , his genealogy up to a still more remote and venerated source , to Athenian origin , and it was a subject of no small pride to him . CHAPTER II . What is he ...
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... hour of night , when the spirit of sleep should pervade all nature , and the voices of the wearied seamen be hushed into repose . At length the wished - for hour came on , the sun glided towards the west , again the billows received him ...
... hour of night , when the spirit of sleep should pervade all nature , and the voices of the wearied seamen be hushed into repose . At length the wished - for hour came on , the sun glided towards the west , again the billows received him ...
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... man , " how art thou fallen ! Where are thy polluted talents ? -noble were the pur- poses for which thou wert thus en- dowed . Where is the catalogue of thy days ? —the summing up of those hours wasted in REINE CANZIANI . 41.
... man , " how art thou fallen ! Where are thy polluted talents ? -noble were the pur- poses for which thou wert thus en- dowed . Where is the catalogue of thy days ? —the summing up of those hours wasted in REINE CANZIANI . 41.
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Catherine Grace Godwin. days ? —the summing up of those hours wasted in riot , or in the perversion of the mightiest powers ? -Thou hadst a heart framed for friendship and for all the social virtues - where are thy friends ? -where the ...
Catherine Grace Godwin. days ? —the summing up of those hours wasted in riot , or in the perversion of the mightiest powers ? -Thou hadst a heart framed for friendship and for all the social virtues - where are thy friends ? -where the ...
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