The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... look now at the flags , and your thoughts are of the rainbow . And like the rainbow it breaks into pieces . ' Tis ... looks lovingly down on the limber larches that here and there break the line of the low laurel - wreathed churchyard ...
... look now at the flags , and your thoughts are of the rainbow . And like the rainbow it breaks into pieces . ' Tis ... looks lovingly down on the limber larches that here and there break the line of the low laurel - wreathed churchyard ...
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... look ! how the Inn has retired with all its sycamores far back in among the mountains . Here is an old almanac - let us see who were ministers during that year . Poo ! poo ! a set of sumphs . Over the many thousand names pompously ...
... look ! how the Inn has retired with all its sycamores far back in among the mountains . Here is an old almanac - let us see who were ministers during that year . Poo ! poo ! a set of sumphs . Over the many thousand names pompously ...
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... look commonplace enough ; almost straight - and you long for something to break the tame expanse of water . But here - are you not surprised and delighted to see those two promontories projecting finely and boldly across the Lake ...
... look commonplace enough ; almost straight - and you long for something to break the tame expanse of water . But here - are you not surprised and delighted to see those two promontories projecting finely and boldly across the Lake ...
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... look they in their solemnity among younger dwellings , like sages smiling on striplings , and in their lifefulness ... looks on the gloaming like a veiled nun - as we in mid - day do like a ninny for saying so - for the truth is , that ...
... look they in their solemnity among younger dwellings , like sages smiling on striplings , and in their lifefulness ... looks on the gloaming like a veiled nun - as we in mid - day do like a ninny for saying so - for the truth is , that ...
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... look down into the cataracted abysses from their circles in the sky . But when the rocky range is loftier far , to you who look up like a mouse from below , they seem like sparrows - or the specks evanish . True that an Eagle re- quires ...
... look down into the cataracted abysses from their circles in the sky . But when the rocky range is loftier far , to you who look up like a mouse from below , they seem like sparrows - or the specks evanish . True that an Eagle re- quires ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1856 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1856 |
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