The Quarterly Review, 49 tomasWilliam Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray IV, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... Italy were well nigh run to their dregs : human nature itself might almost appear to have been worked out every shade and modification of character had been variously combined , every incident placed in every possible light . Yet under ...
... Italy were well nigh run to their dregs : human nature itself might almost appear to have been worked out every shade and modification of character had been variously combined , every incident placed in every possible light . Yet under ...
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... Italian court , one of his favourite characters , but no where drawn with such boldness and vigour as in this striking tragedy . The manner in which he winds to his purposes the passions of the feeble and voluptuous duke , of the fiery ...
... Italian court , one of his favourite characters , but no where drawn with such boldness and vigour as in this striking tragedy . The manner in which he winds to his purposes the passions of the feeble and voluptuous duke , of the fiery ...
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... Italian master , and that Dutchman ; Your mighty looking - glasses , like artillery , Brought home on engines ; the superfluous plate , Antique and novel ; vanities of tires ; Four - score pound suppers for my lord your kinsman ...
... Italian master , and that Dutchman ; Your mighty looking - glasses , like artillery , Brought home on engines ; the superfluous plate , Antique and novel ; vanities of tires ; Four - score pound suppers for my lord your kinsman ...
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... Italian valleys are so beautifully diversified by green meadows and rich corn - fields , and thick foliage of forest and fruit trees , that the eye is perpetually relieved and delighted . Add to these the herds of cattle in the ...
... Italian valleys are so beautifully diversified by green meadows and rich corn - fields , and thick foliage of forest and fruit trees , that the eye is perpetually relieved and delighted . Add to these the herds of cattle in the ...
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... Italy , and Burney found great amusement in his con- versation ; and amusing it must have been , if we are to judge of it by the specimen which Madame d'Arblay gives in his descrip- tion of the Apollo Belvedere : - That unrivalled ...
... Italy , and Burney found great amusement in his con- versation ; and amusing it must have been , if we are to judge of it by the specimen which Madame d'Arblay gives in his descrip- tion of the Apollo Belvedere : - That unrivalled ...
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