The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., 1 tomasJohn Aitken, 1824 - 420 psl. Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... thousand miles away from the place where he now sat . He fixed his eyes upon the countenances - first of the mother- and then of her daughter , and a resemblance which he had not dis- covered before , now grew upon him stronger and ...
... thousand miles away from the place where he now sat . He fixed his eyes upon the countenances - first of the mother- and then of her daughter , and a resemblance which he had not dis- covered before , now grew upon him stronger and ...
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... thousand new objects , calculated by their nature to interest and de- light her heart , had grown over that early affection : and when she looked at her brother's picture on the wall of her bed - room , or the in- scription on the ...
... thousand new objects , calculated by their nature to interest and de- light her heart , had grown over that early affection : and when she looked at her brother's picture on the wall of her bed - room , or the in- scription on the ...
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... leave me much idle time ; and this was the occupation of a professor of philoso- phy ! Ah ! well might they have taken his chair from him , and sent him back to school , a thousand times more childish 20 THE CABINET .
... leave me much idle time ; and this was the occupation of a professor of philoso- phy ! Ah ! well might they have taken his chair from him , and sent him back to school , a thousand times more childish 20 THE CABINET .
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Cabinet John Aitken. him back to school , a thousand times more childish than the youngest of those pupils to whom I hurried over the customary routine of philo . sophical lessons : my whole mind was fixed on Amelia and my rose- trees ...
Cabinet John Aitken. him back to school , a thousand times more childish than the youngest of those pupils to whom I hurried over the customary routine of philo . sophical lessons : my whole mind was fixed on Amelia and my rose- trees ...
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... thousand deaths . I would give twenty sheep for a rose - tree in blow . ' And I am much mistaken , ' said Amelia , with the sweetest naiveté , if this very rose- tree was not intended for you . For me ! you have lost your senses , child ...
... thousand deaths . I would give twenty sheep for a rose - tree in blow . ' And I am much mistaken , ' said Amelia , with the sweetest naiveté , if this very rose- tree was not intended for you . For me ! you have lost your senses , child ...
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affection Agenor Alberti Amelia Ansaldo appeared archbishop of Riga arms beautiful behold Bianca bosom breast breath bright burgomaster church countenance dark daugh daughter dead dear death dream ducats earth Egyptian hieroglyphics Ernest Evaline eyes father fear feelings felt flowers frae gaze Genovino gentle Gianetto grave hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Julia Kilmeny knew lady leave light live looked Lord Ludovico Sforza Marano Mary Stewart Masaniello Melmoth mind morning mother mountains nature never night o'er once Oneyo passed passion poor replied returned Rosario rose rose-tree round Samian wine scene seemed sigh silent sleep smile soon sorrow soul sound spirit St Bridget stood stranger sweet tears tell tender thee thing thou thought tion took trembling turned Venice viceroy voice walk wife wild wind words young youth
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