The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts, Music, Drama, Fashions, Etc, 4 tomasJ. Page, 1834 |
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... feel a confidence that we have in no department of our work relaxed from the principle upon which we started , ( under a new proprietorship , ) in the year 1830- " that no effort on our part should be wanting to make each volume surpass ...
... feel a confidence that we have in no department of our work relaxed from the principle upon which we started , ( under a new proprietorship , ) in the year 1830- " that no effort on our part should be wanting to make each volume surpass ...
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... feel proud in putting forth the sayings of the press upon our endeavours . The extracts from the several journals , biassed only by a love of truth , in which this monthly publication has been reviewed , will , we think , be perused ...
... feel proud in putting forth the sayings of the press upon our endeavours . The extracts from the several journals , biassed only by a love of truth , in which this monthly publication has been reviewed , will , we think , be perused ...
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... feeling ; and others content to be monthly engaged in exactly the same pursuit with their friend , viz . in reading the newly arrived number of The Lady's Magazine and Museum , a work , for the reasons stated , which we prefer ...
... feeling ; and others content to be monthly engaged in exactly the same pursuit with their friend , viz . in reading the newly arrived number of The Lady's Magazine and Museum , a work , for the reasons stated , which we prefer ...
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... feel , nevertheless , a desire to burst from my obscurity . If for fame's sake , " Il vaut mieux tard que jamais ; " but if from dotage , it would have been well for me that my Mentor had never quitted me . I have long sought for a ...
... feel , nevertheless , a desire to burst from my obscurity . If for fame's sake , " Il vaut mieux tard que jamais ; " but if from dotage , it would have been well for me that my Mentor had never quitted me . I have long sought for a ...
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... feeling of female pride in- duced her to retaliate upon the object of her affections a portion of the pain which he had made her suffer ; and , whenever he did approach her , she treated him with a degree of scornful repulsion , that ...
... feeling of female pride in- duced her to retaliate upon the object of her affections a portion of the pain which he had made her suffer ; and , whenever he did approach her , she treated him with a degree of scornful repulsion , that ...
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The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts ..., 8 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1836 |
The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts ..., 1 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1832 |
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