The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts, Music, Drama, Fashions, Etc, 4 tomasJ. Page, 1834 |
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... turning out particularly prosperous , he hailed the augury as propitious , and in- stituted the giving of presents on the first day of the new year , calling those presents by the name of Strence , the evident etymology of the French ...
... turning out particularly prosperous , he hailed the augury as propitious , and in- stituted the giving of presents on the first day of the new year , calling those presents by the name of Strence , the evident etymology of the French ...
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... sweet duty of bearing his fair charge to the shore in his arms . She turned a mournfully expressive glance upon him , when , on placing her safely on terrá firma , he offered her the homage of his 10 Tales of the English Chronicles , No. I.
... sweet duty of bearing his fair charge to the shore in his arms . She turned a mournfully expressive glance upon him , when , on placing her safely on terrá firma , he offered her the homage of his 10 Tales of the English Chronicles , No. I.
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... turned Margaret disdainfully . " For the honour of my royal master forbear , Madam ! " exclained the Justi- ciary , in a tone whose sternness awed the imprudent Margaret into silence , for they were now surrounded by the lords and ...
... turned Margaret disdainfully . " For the honour of my royal master forbear , Madam ! " exclained the Justi- ciary , in a tone whose sternness awed the imprudent Margaret into silence , for they were now surrounded by the lords and ...
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... turning scornfully away , " and I see that a con- vent must be my refuge from the detested nuptials , from which you dare not snatch me . " " Ah ! Margaret , Margaret , consider my honour and my duty : how shall I ven- ture to violate ...
... turning scornfully away , " and I see that a con- vent must be my refuge from the detested nuptials , from which you dare not snatch me . " " Ah ! Margaret , Margaret , consider my honour and my duty : how shall I ven- ture to violate ...
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... turning to the King of Scotland , he put the scroll into his hands , with these words , - " Sir King , you have witnessed the delivery of this letter ; be pleased to read its con- tents . " Anger , scorn , and mortification con- tended ...
... turning to the King of Scotland , he put the scroll into his hands , with these words , - " Sir King , you have witnessed the delivery of this letter ; be pleased to read its con- tents . " Anger , scorn , and mortification con- tended ...
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The Lady's Magazine and Museum of the Belles-lettres, Fine Arts ..., 8 tomas Visos knygos peržiūra - 1836 |
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