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... Lord Lister ; his life and work , by G. T. Wrench . [ 1913 ?, Logan , M. S. C. Reminiscences of a soldier's wife ; an autobiography , by Mrs. John A. Logan . 1913 . Louis XVII , titular king of France . The last legitimate king of ...
... Lord Lister ; his life and work , by G. T. Wrench . [ 1913 ?, Logan , M. S. C. Reminiscences of a soldier's wife ; an autobiography , by Mrs. John A. Logan . 1913 . Louis XVII , titular king of France . The last legitimate king of ...
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... lord . The high - priest to Alexander . Houghton . Hannibal , 247-183 B. C. " No toil could weary his body or conquer his spirit . " Church , Alfred . The Sons of Lightning . The Secret March . ( In his Helmet and spear . Macmillan ...
... lord . The high - priest to Alexander . Houghton . Hannibal , 247-183 B. C. " No toil could weary his body or conquer his spirit . " Church , Alfred . The Sons of Lightning . The Secret March . ( In his Helmet and spear . Macmillan ...
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... lord . King Richard in Sherwood forest . ( In his Foresters . Houghton . ) William Wallace , 1274 ? -1305 " At Wallace ' name , what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring - tide flood ? Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace ...
... lord . King Richard in Sherwood forest . ( In his Foresters . Houghton . ) William Wallace , 1274 ? -1305 " At Wallace ' name , what Scottish blood But boils up in a spring - tide flood ? Oft have our fearless fathers strode By Wallace ...
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... Lord General . ( In Henley , W. E. Lyra heroica . Scrib- ner . ) Robert Clive , 1725-1774 " He was the manner of man to show How victories may be won ; So swift , you scarcely saw the blow ; You lookt the deed was done . " Browning ...
... Lord General . ( In Henley , W. E. Lyra heroica . Scrib- ner . ) Robert Clive , 1725-1774 " He was the manner of man to show How victories may be won ; So swift , you scarcely saw the blow ; You lookt the deed was done . " Browning ...
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... Lord Lytton , by his grandson the earl of Lytton . 2 v . 1913 . Nevin , E. W. The life of Ethelbert Nevin , by Vance Thompson ; from his letters and his wife's memories . 1913 . Nightingale , Florence . The life of Florence Nightingale ...
... Lord Lytton , by his grandson the earl of Lytton . 2 v . 1913 . Nevin , E. W. The life of Ethelbert Nevin , by Vance Thompson ; from his letters and his wife's memories . 1913 . Nightingale , Florence . The life of Florence Nightingale ...
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