The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1857 |
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... keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said that not a boy in Scotland had a ...
... keep a sharp look - out on suspicious places ; and though nobody can be more sceptical than I am in such matters , yet it often takes an effort of philosophy to shake off these idle terrors . " We said that not a boy in Scotland had a ...
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... keeping of the family accounts , it is not possible that there can be any fallacy in this statement , in my brother's favour . His temperance and frugality were everything that could be wished . During his residence for six months in ...
... keeping of the family accounts , it is not possible that there can be any fallacy in this statement , in my brother's favour . His temperance and frugality were everything that could be wished . During his residence for six months in ...
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... keep it as a day of mourning - for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening “ he appeared to grow very sad about something , " and wandered out of doors ...
... keep it as a day of mourning - for he was happy in as good a wife as ever man had , and cheerfully went about the work of his farm . But towards the darkening “ he appeared to grow very sad about something , " and wandered out of doors ...
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... keep his commandments . " There are few more perfect poems . It is the utterance of a heart whose chords were all tuned to gratitude , " making sweet melody " to the Giver , on a night not less sacred in His eye than His own appointed ...
... keep his commandments . " There are few more perfect poems . It is the utterance of a heart whose chords were all tuned to gratitude , " making sweet melody " to the Giver , on a night not less sacred in His eye than His own appointed ...
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... keep holy the Sabbath - day . Six days shalt thou labour and do all that thou hast to do . But the seventh day is ... keeping ; for he was a good man , and walked all his days fearing God . " Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way ...
... keep holy the Sabbath - day . Six days shalt thou labour and do all that thou hast to do . But the seventh day is ... keeping ; for he was a good man , and walked all his days fearing God . " Then homeward all take off their sev'ral way ...
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The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1865 |
The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays ... John Wilson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1857 |
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