The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, 5 tomasOliver Everett, 1823 |
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... Heaven and Earth , a Mystery 353 On the Troubadours 370 Dramatic Travels : The Diligence from Paris to Lyons 379 Mr. Barry Cornwall's new Poems 383 Irish Artists 385 Sonnet from Petrarch 391 Franklin's Expedition 392 Vincenzo Filicaja ...
... Heaven and Earth , a Mystery 353 On the Troubadours 370 Dramatic Travels : The Diligence from Paris to Lyons 379 Mr. Barry Cornwall's new Poems 383 Irish Artists 385 Sonnet from Petrarch 391 Franklin's Expedition 392 Vincenzo Filicaja ...
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... Heaven , that the anniversary of the insurrection was the chosen day of its occurrence . The credulous mind was disconcerted and overwhelmed by these insidious representations ; dissension en- feebled the Independents ; and a succession ...
... Heaven , that the anniversary of the insurrection was the chosen day of its occurrence . The credulous mind was disconcerted and overwhelmed by these insidious representations ; dissension en- feebled the Independents ; and a succession ...
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... Heaven hung around with painted clouds - upon the wide wa- ters , dancing and glittering in the sun , or lying in the stillness of their crystal sleep . Let us listen to the music of the sky , when the boughs are singing to the wind ...
... Heaven hung around with painted clouds - upon the wide wa- ters , dancing and glittering in the sun , or lying in the stillness of their crystal sleep . Let us listen to the music of the sky , when the boughs are singing to the wind ...
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... , to your trowsers . They too , I see , are striped . To stripes in that part your inattention to your Latin may authorize you to lay some claim . But , Heavens ! how capacious is their size ! The tailor Uncle and Nephew . 39.
... , to your trowsers . They too , I see , are striped . To stripes in that part your inattention to your Latin may authorize you to lay some claim . But , Heavens ! how capacious is their size ! The tailor Uncle and Nephew . 39.
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Heavens ! how capacious is their size ! The tailor , indeed , seems to have repented of his extravagance , by puckering up a part of them . But what means that broad strap under the foot ? Is it to prevent their slipping off over your ...
Heavens ! how capacious is their size ! The tailor , indeed , seems to have repented of his extravagance , by puckering up a part of them . But what means that broad strap under the foot ? Is it to prevent their slipping off over your ...
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