The New Monthly Magazine, 6 tomasE. Littell, 1823 |
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... kings of Ivera . * The discrowned family , however , have something better than the saddening boast of regal descent to prop their pride . His present ex - majesty of Ivera , Mr. Daniel O'Connell's uncle , has a territorial revenue of ...
... kings of Ivera . * The discrowned family , however , have something better than the saddening boast of regal descent to prop their pride . His present ex - majesty of Ivera , Mr. Daniel O'Connell's uncle , has a territorial revenue of ...
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... kings , and he promised me that he would keep to that ; but before I had time to look about me , there he was , off to the levee ! be - bagged and be - sworded like any oppressor of them all , playing off his loyal looks and anti ...
... kings , and he promised me that he would keep to that ; but before I had time to look about me , there he was , off to the levee ! be - bagged and be - sworded like any oppressor of them all , playing off his loyal looks and anti ...
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... is really creditable to him , and the more so as it meets with no return . The admirers of King William have no mercy for a man , who , VOL . VI . No. 31. - 1823 . 2 in his seditious moods , is so provoking as to Mr. O'Connell . 9.
... is really creditable to him , and the more so as it meets with no return . The admirers of King William have no mercy for a man , who , VOL . VI . No. 31. - 1823 . 2 in his seditious moods , is so provoking as to Mr. O'Connell . 9.
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... king of Assyria shall fly from his prey , And the spoiler forget his rage . " ' Twas night , and no moon had lit up the sky , The hosts , wrapp'd in dreams , thought no danger nigh , The sentinel only his bright arms wore , While the ...
... king of Assyria shall fly from his prey , And the spoiler forget his rage . " ' Twas night , and no moon had lit up the sky , The hosts , wrapp'd in dreams , thought no danger nigh , The sentinel only his bright arms wore , While the ...
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... King is a Whig , Mr. Coffin ' s uncommonly sprightly , And huge Mr. Little broke down in a gig While driving fat Mrs. Golightly . Mrs. Drinkwater ' s apt to indulge in a dram , Mrs. Angel ' s an absolute fury , And meek Mr. Lyon let ...
... King is a Whig , Mr. Coffin ' s uncommonly sprightly , And huge Mr. Little broke down in a gig While driving fat Mrs. Golightly . Mrs. Drinkwater ' s apt to indulge in a dram , Mrs. Angel ' s an absolute fury , And meek Mr. Lyon let ...
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104 psl. - After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent. I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and, perhaps, the establishment of my fame.
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104 psl. - But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
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