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... leave to deny . There was so much that was very good that I could have filled another volume with ease . Some of these essays have already appeared in print . For permission to include them in this volume I wish to thank the editors of ...
... leave to deny . There was so much that was very good that I could have filled another volume with ease . Some of these essays have already appeared in print . For permission to include them in this volume I wish to thank the editors of ...
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... leaving , to hold by letting go . " It is cer- tainly a mote , a blemish that he should so persistently dwell on drunkenness in women , and the necessity for divorce in the life of every man , but I like a man who can courageously rush ...
... leaving , to hold by letting go . " It is cer- tainly a mote , a blemish that he should so persistently dwell on drunkenness in women , and the necessity for divorce in the life of every man , but I like a man who can courageously rush ...
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... to a dirty rotter when she found Maurice wanting , though I can never reconcile myself to her marriage ; I was not at all surprised at Sylvia Scarlett becoming a temporary prostitute after leaving Philip COMPTON MACKENZIE 23.
... to a dirty rotter when she found Maurice wanting , though I can never reconcile myself to her marriage ; I was not at all surprised at Sylvia Scarlett becoming a temporary prostitute after leaving Philip COMPTON MACKENZIE 23.
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Stuart Petre Brodie Mais. at Sylvia Scarlett becoming a temporary prostitute after leaving Philip . It is partly because they are so virginal in cha- racter , partly because they so hate men to make love to them , that ( when the flame ...
Stuart Petre Brodie Mais. at Sylvia Scarlett becoming a temporary prostitute after leaving Philip . It is partly because they are so virginal in cha- racter , partly because they so hate men to make love to them , that ( when the flame ...
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... Mackenzie is our vicarious adventurer , our vicarious gallant : we owe him much for our vicarious escapades : they leave no nasty taste in the mouth . W III NORMAN DOUGLAS HEN I last dared to give 26 BOOKS AND THEIR WRITERS.
... Mackenzie is our vicarious adventurer , our vicarious gallant : we owe him much for our vicarious escapades : they leave no nasty taste in the mouth . W III NORMAN DOUGLAS HEN I last dared to give 26 BOOKS AND THEIR WRITERS.
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61 psl. - It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
85 psl. - HARK! hark, my soul; angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields, and ocean's wavebeat shore : How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, 'Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come...
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246 psl. - Ah! no; a shepherd of a different stock, And far unlike him, feeds this little flock: A jovial youth, who thinks his Sunday's task As much as God or man can fairly ask; The rest he gives to loves and labours light. To fields the morning, and to feasts the night; None better...
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216 psl. - You will see Coleridge he who sits obscure In the exceeding lustre and the pure Intense irradiation of a mind, Which, with its own internal lightning blind, Flags wearily through darkness and despair A cloud-encircled meteor of the air, A hooded eagle among blinking owls.
296 psl. - Shy as the squirrel and wayward as the swallow, Swift as the swallow along the river's light Circleting the surface to meet his mirror'd winglets, Fleeter she seems in her stay than in her flight.
52 psl. - Oh! it is only a novel!" replies the young lady; while she lays down her book with affected indifference, or momentary shame. - "It is only Cecilia, or Camilla, or Belinda;" or, in short, only some work in which the greatest powers of the mind are displayed, in which the most thorough knowledge of human nature, the happiest delineation of its varieties, the liveliest effusions of wit and humour are conveyed to the world in the best chosen language.
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