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... Friends and Contemporaries . 3 vols . London , 1850 , Page 122 143 VII . Report of the Adjourned Debate in the House of Com- mons on the English Universities . July 18 , 1850 , 169 VIII . Vocabolario degli Accademici della Crusca ...
... Friends and Contemporaries . 3 vols . London , 1850 , Page 122 143 VII . Report of the Adjourned Debate in the House of Com- mons on the English Universities . July 18 , 1850 , 169 VIII . Vocabolario degli Accademici della Crusca ...
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... friends , and especially Magnus Apollo , pri- vately said to you about it ! And how many persons are there , that , even after their apprenticeship to literature or to art is over , can honestly say that this feeling has quite left them ...
... friends , and especially Magnus Apollo , pri- vately said to you about it ! And how many persons are there , that , even after their apprenticeship to literature or to art is over , can honestly say that this feeling has quite left them ...
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... friends , I mean to lay leather on the backs of you , collars round the necks of you ; and will teach you , after the ex- ample of the gods , that this world is not your inheritance , or glad to see you in it . You , ye diabolic ...
... friends , I mean to lay leather on the backs of you , collars round the necks of you ; and will teach you , after the ex- ample of the gods , that this world is not your inheritance , or glad to see you in it . You , ye diabolic ...
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... friend , as I may paint his portrait with more or less accuracy ; but the likeness in neither case ceases to be the individual repre- sentation of an individual man . But my conception * of man in Here we must take the liberty to ...
... friend , as I may paint his portrait with more or less accuracy ; but the likeness in neither case ceases to be the individual repre- sentation of an individual man . But my conception * of man in Here we must take the liberty to ...
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... in point . " Out of the kind love and respect that I bear unto my much honoured and good friend Mr. Matthew Stradling , gent . , I do bequeath unto the said Matthew Stradling , Subordinate Part can also affirm its genus . Hence when.
... in point . " Out of the kind love and respect that I bear unto my much honoured and good friend Mr. Matthew Stradling , gent . , I do bequeath unto the said Matthew Stradling , Subordinate Part can also affirm its genus . Hence when.
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