The Cornhill Magazine, 11–12 tomai;85 tomasWilliam Makepeace Thackeray Smith, Elder and Company, 1902 |
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... wrote : I had a notion of lectures on the Four Georges , and going to Hanover to look at the place whence that race came ; but if I hope for preferment hereafter , I mean Police - magistrateship or what not , I had best keep a civil ...
... wrote : I had a notion of lectures on the Four Georges , and going to Hanover to look at the place whence that race came ; but if I hope for preferment hereafter , I mean Police - magistrateship or what not , I had best keep a civil ...
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... wrote it , how I had a great desire to commune with my old chums at New From the original in the collection of Major William H. Lambert . ANOTHER THACKERAY SKETCH . Tell me , York and hereby renew the kindest greetings to them . Judge ...
... wrote it , how I had a great desire to commune with my old chums at New From the original in the collection of Major William H. Lambert . ANOTHER THACKERAY SKETCH . Tell me , York and hereby renew the kindest greetings to them . Judge ...
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... wrote a chapter1 in " The Virginians , " which is entirely in my father's handwriting . No doubt Mr. Kennedy gave him the facts about the scenery , but I am sure that my father wrote his own books , for no one could have written them ...
... wrote a chapter1 in " The Virginians , " which is entirely in my father's handwriting . No doubt Mr. Kennedy gave him the facts about the scenery , but I am sure that my father wrote his own books , for no one could have written them ...
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... wrote : ' Boston , November 30 , 1857 . ' MY DEAR THACKERAY : I was much pleased on seeing you opened your new novel with a compliment to my two swords of Bunker Hill memory and their unworthy proprietor . It was prettily done , and I ...
... wrote : ' Boston , November 30 , 1857 . ' MY DEAR THACKERAY : I was much pleased on seeing you opened your new novel with a compliment to my two swords of Bunker Hill memory and their unworthy proprietor . It was prettily done , and I ...
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... my friends ? I have been looking out for my dear good Baxters , who wrote in the Spring , and here's winter almost and no sign of ' em . There 急 Thackeray's Sketch of Thiers , from the original 24 THACKERAY IN THE UNITED STATES .
... my friends ? I have been looking out for my dear good Baxters , who wrote in the Spring , and here's winter almost and no sign of ' em . There 急 Thackeray's Sketch of Thiers , from the original 24 THACKERAY IN THE UNITED STATES .
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The Cornhill Magazine, 9–10 tomai;83 tomas;1901 tomas William Makepeace Thackeray Visos knygos peržiūra - 1901 |
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259 psl. - ... withering, as thy sweet self grow'st. If Nature (sovereign mistress over wrack) As thou goest onwards still will pluck thee back, She keeps thee to this purpose, that her skill May time disgrace, and wretched minutes kill. Yet fear her O thou minion of her pleasure, She may detain, but not still keep her treasure! Her audit (though delayed) answered must be, And her quietus is to render thee.
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