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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... become a political power , —an engine by which one of the con- flicting parties could strongly work upon the opinions of men , it could not but become extinct . Even Shakspeare himself , in such days of tumult and fierce collision ...
... become a political power , —an engine by which one of the con- flicting parties could strongly work upon the opinions of men , it could not but become extinct . Even Shakspeare himself , in such days of tumult and fierce collision ...
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... becomes me not to bring One that is poor in every worth , to waste So excellent a dower : be free , and meet One that hath wealth to cherish it - I shall Undo thee quite ; but pray for me , as I , That thou mayst change for a more happy ...
... becomes me not to bring One that is poor in every worth , to waste So excellent a dower : be free , and meet One that hath wealth to cherish it - I shall Undo thee quite ; but pray for me , as I , That thou mayst change for a more happy ...
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... become the morris , with whose bells They ring all in to Whitsun - ales ; and sweat , Through twenty scarfs and napkins , till the hobby - horse Tire , and the Maid Marian , dissolv'd to a jelly , Be kept for spoon meat ! Stew . These ...
... become the morris , with whose bells They ring all in to Whitsun - ales ; and sweat , Through twenty scarfs and napkins , till the hobby - horse Tire , and the Maid Marian , dissolv'd to a jelly , Be kept for spoon meat ! Stew . These ...
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... becoming more revolutionary than we are ; therefore , while I see Marat , on whom we can reckon , among us , I can have no appre- hension , for he , at least , cannot be outdone . " —vol . i . p . 308 . This mode of reasoning has , in ...
... becoming more revolutionary than we are ; therefore , while I see Marat , on whom we can reckon , among us , I can have no appre- hension , for he , at least , cannot be outdone . " —vol . i . p . 308 . This mode of reasoning has , in ...
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... become a power ; but this power , let men say what they will , was all beneficent , all in the interest of liberty . ' This assertion is made out by a description of the rigid control which the Club exercised over all the functionaries ...
... become a power ; but this power , let men say what they will , was all beneficent , all in the interest of liberty . ' This assertion is made out by a description of the rigid control which the Club exercised over all the functionaries ...
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