Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 9–10 tomaiJohn Sartain, Caroline Matilda Kirkland, John Seely Hart John Sartain & Company, 1851 |
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... human heart ever perpetrated , you would describe the awful deed of putting out the eyes . How blessed the fact , that while we have enough who are blind to show us what that state means , and how terrible its sorrows , the great mass ...
... human heart ever perpetrated , you would describe the awful deed of putting out the eyes . How blessed the fact , that while we have enough who are blind to show us what that state means , and how terrible its sorrows , the great mass ...
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... human sympathies and sufferings , " careless of mankind , ” like those mighty gods " That lie beside their nectar ... humanity . Angling has been specially lauded as a resource 26 SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE .
... human sympathies and sufferings , " careless of mankind , ” like those mighty gods " That lie beside their nectar ... humanity . Angling has been specially lauded as a resource 26 SARTAIN'S MAGAZINE .
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... human agonies . Call you this justice ? " " But Christians believe in a judgment after death , where all these seeming contradictions will be righted , " said Julia earnestly . " Before no fabled Rhadamanthus will yonder wicked prince ...
... human agonies . Call you this justice ? " " But Christians believe in a judgment after death , where all these seeming contradictions will be righted , " said Julia earnestly . " Before no fabled Rhadamanthus will yonder wicked prince ...
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... humanity felt for the innocent and suffering vic- tims of tyrannical power . His God was the in- definite Providence ... human prin- ciple had long been giving way , felt a sudden glow of admiration warm his bosom as he looked upon that ...
... humanity felt for the innocent and suffering vic- tims of tyrannical power . His God was the in- definite Providence ... human prin- ciple had long been giving way , felt a sudden glow of admiration warm his bosom as he looked upon that ...
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... human wears the imperial purple . Yes , let us all seek together those quiet shades , where fire and sword shall not penetrate . There shall our nuptials be , my Julia . " " And there , " exclaimed Julia , with sudden en- thusiasm ...
... human wears the imperial purple . Yes , let us all seek together those quiet shades , where fire and sword shall not penetrate . There shall our nuptials be , my Julia . " " And there , " exclaimed Julia , with sudden en- thusiasm ...
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Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 8 tomas John Sartain,Caroline Matilda Kirkland,John Seely Hart Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
Sartain's Union Magazine of Literature and Art, 8 tomas John Sartain,Caroline Matilda Kirkland,John Seely Hart Visos knygos peržiūra - 1851 |
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