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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... Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin , ( 1679 ) 142 Warwick , ( 1637 ) 142 Ollier 143 Hogg 148 · • Anonymous 155 • New Mon. Mag . 158 Sketch Book 159 Gifford 164 New Mon. Mag . 165 ...
... Wife M'Diarmid 127 • Byron 135 C. Lloyd 136 Mariner's Tonga Islands 138 Bowring 140 Heylin , ( 1679 ) 142 Warwick , ( 1637 ) 142 Ollier 143 Hogg 148 · • Anonymous 155 • New Mon. Mag . 158 Sketch Book 159 Gifford 164 New Mon. Mag . 165 ...
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... wife on a stronger steed - and there a cart with an invalid , or the weak or aged , with a due accompaniment of children . The dis- tinction of ranks was still visible , but it was softened down by one per- vading spirit of humble ...
... wife on a stronger steed - and there a cart with an invalid , or the weak or aged , with a due accompaniment of children . The dis- tinction of ranks was still visible , but it was softened down by one per- vading spirit of humble ...
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... wife in a vision of delight , for she was now deeply in love ; and her soul sickened as the shadow fell on the sun - dial in the garden , that told the hour was come in which he must take his departure , for some months , from Glen ...
... wife in a vision of delight , for she was now deeply in love ; and her soul sickened as the shadow fell on the sun - dial in the garden , that told the hour was come in which he must take his departure , for some months , from Glen ...
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... wife , and made an effort to be a happy one ; but no- thing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul . She wasted away in a slow but hopeless decline , and at length sunk into the grave - the ...
... wife , and made an effort to be a happy one ; but no- thing could cure the silent and devouring melancholy that had entered into her very soul . She wasted away in a slow but hopeless decline , and at length sunk into the grave - the ...
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... wives , canonesses , & c . & c . , where the poor girl ennuyed herself to death with hemming or knitting beside her mother's card - table . But you ought to have been informed , that no student , indeed no man under fifty , was admitted ...
... wives , canonesses , & c . & c . , where the poor girl ennuyed herself to death with hemming or knitting beside her mother's card - table . But you ought to have been informed , that no student , indeed no man under fifty , was admitted ...
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