The North of England Magazine, 1 tomasSimpson and Gillett, 1842 |
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... Charles Swain . - Calendar of Monthly Festivals ; No. 2 , Shrove Tuesday , by W. Weir . - One o'clock , a Manchester Poem . - Aristocratic Taxation , with a few words to “ The League , " on the New ... Charles Cowden Clarke . - Mrs . Hall's.
... Charles Swain . - Calendar of Monthly Festivals ; No. 2 , Shrove Tuesday , by W. Weir . - One o'clock , a Manchester Poem . - Aristocratic Taxation , with a few words to “ The League , " on the New ... Charles Cowden Clarke . - Mrs . Hall's.
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... Charles Cowden Clarke . - Romantic Biography . - Music and the Drama . The Fine Arts . - Literary Notices . JULY - No . 6 . Henty Morgan , the Man without a Shilling : Book II , chapters 3 , 4 , and 5 .-- The Income Tax .-- Sonnet , by ...
... Charles Cowden Clarke . - Romantic Biography . - Music and the Drama . The Fine Arts . - Literary Notices . JULY - No . 6 . Henty Morgan , the Man without a Shilling : Book II , chapters 3 , 4 , and 5 .-- The Income Tax .-- Sonnet , by ...
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... Charles Swain Fragment . Scene - a Cemetery . Night Four Seasons , by Charles Cowden Clarke 72 475 144 554 ... ... 172 Festival of Victory , by Schiller Four Ages of the INDEX .
... Charles Swain Fragment . Scene - a Cemetery . Night Four Seasons , by Charles Cowden Clarke 72 475 144 554 ... ... 172 Festival of Victory , by Schiller Four Ages of the INDEX .
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... Charles Cowden Clarke PAGE . 412 532 404 229 ... 358 44 163 ... 377 105 492 13 201 297 265 ... 172 344 ... 215 372 462 26 101 299 567 Sonnet , by Charles Cowden Clarke Thoughts while Smoking , by Hartley Coleridge Those Old Familiar ...
... Charles Cowden Clarke PAGE . 412 532 404 229 ... 358 44 163 ... 377 105 492 13 201 297 265 ... 172 344 ... 215 372 462 26 101 299 567 Sonnet , by Charles Cowden Clarke Thoughts while Smoking , by Hartley Coleridge Those Old Familiar ...
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... CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . Springé is ycomen in , Dappled larke singe ; Snowe melteth , Runnell pelteth , Smelleth winde of newe buddinge . " Summer is ycomen in , Loude singe cucku ; Groweth seede , Bloweth meade , And springeth the weede ...
... CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE . Springé is ycomen in , Dappled larke singe ; Snowe melteth , Runnell pelteth , Smelleth winde of newe buddinge . " Summer is ycomen in , Loude singe cucku ; Groweth seede , Bloweth meade , And springeth the weede ...
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