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... head of a little article entitled 6 6 Mrs. Gilpin riding to Edmonton , ' which was -embellished by an engraving , " probably from the poet's friend Romney , " the origin of which was confided to the editor of The Table Book ' in a ...
... head of a little article entitled 6 6 Mrs. Gilpin riding to Edmonton , ' which was -embellished by an engraving , " probably from the poet's friend Romney , " the origin of which was confided to the editor of The Table Book ' in a ...
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... head the second com- munication " Duplicate . ” WE cannot undertake to advise correspondents as to the value of old books and other objects or as to the means of disposing of them . SIGMA COUNT . - Quite unsuitable for our columns ...
... head the second com- munication " Duplicate . ” WE cannot undertake to advise correspondents as to the value of old books and other objects or as to the means of disposing of them . SIGMA COUNT . - Quite unsuitable for our columns ...
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... Head " is shown as an island on the latter . On Saxton's map the name is ' Langerston . " I have read the statement that I maps of the date of 1700 showed Landguard Fort as detached from the main- land and considerably northward of its ...
... Head " is shown as an island on the latter . On Saxton's map the name is ' Langerston . " I have read the statement that I maps of the date of 1700 showed Landguard Fort as detached from the main- land and considerably northward of its ...
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... head - dresses of cardboard . The King , the Prince , and St. George had plumes of two or three colours , and from their shoulders and waist were streamers of the like colours . Slasher's dress was more of the swash- buckler's order ...
... head - dresses of cardboard . The King , the Prince , and St. George had plumes of two or three colours , and from their shoulders and waist were streamers of the like colours . Slasher's dress was more of the swash- buckler's order ...
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... head is made of brass , My body's made of steel , My hands are made of knuckle - bone , And I can make him feel . herein for astonishing to find how many strange , or perhaps I should say stranger , divines slip into one or more of them ...
... head is made of brass , My body's made of steel , My hands are made of knuckle - bone , And I can make him feel . herein for astonishing to find how many strange , or perhaps I should say stranger , divines slip into one or more of them ...
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Página 217 - Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace : Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul, While the stars burn, the moons increase, And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet ; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Página 242 - The forehead and temples had lost little or nothing of their muscular substance ; the cartilage of the nose was gone ; but the left eye, in the first moment of exposure, was open and full, though it vanished almost immediately : and the pointed beard, so characteristic of the period of the reign of King Charles, was perfect.
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Página 241 - But he shall receive an hundred-fold now in this time, houses, and brethren, and sisters, and mothers, and children, and lands, with persecutions; and in the world to come eternal life.
Página 438 - I prithee, take thy fingers from my throat ; For though I am not splenitive and rash Yet have I something in me dangerous, Which let thy wiseness fear.
Página 320 - I praise the Frenchman*, his remark was shrewd—. How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude ! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper — solitude is sweet.