The American Monthly Magazine, Том 4;Том 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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... existence waned till , in the simple phraseology of Scripture , " he was not . " The last words he said to me were , " Burn my papers - all that you can find in yonder escritoire ; for I fear there are some there which you may be ...
... existence waned till , in the simple phraseology of Scripture , " he was not . " The last words he said to me were , " Burn my papers - all that you can find in yonder escritoire ; for I fear there are some there which you may be ...
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... existence seems one long toil , has something preferable to my best pleasures . Merely skimming the surface of life , I know nothing , by my own experience , of its deep and warm realities . I have achieved none of those objects which ...
... existence seems one long toil , has something preferable to my best pleasures . Merely skimming the surface of life , I know nothing , by my own experience , of its deep and warm realities . I have achieved none of those objects which ...
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... existence I had already laid up enough bitter associa- tions to cloud my future years . There was one goading thought too - one thought so wounding to my self - love , that , haunting me ever , and occuring most strongly when in the ...
... existence I had already laid up enough bitter associa- tions to cloud my future years . There was one goading thought too - one thought so wounding to my self - love , that , haunting me ever , and occuring most strongly when in the ...
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... existence ! What a fate is mine ! I am doomed to marry Miss Jane Drysalter . " " Doomed ! " echoed Jack . " Monster of ingratitude ! I would give my fortune to stand in your shoes . " " What do you mean ? " " What do I mean ? that I am ...
... existence ! What a fate is mine ! I am doomed to marry Miss Jane Drysalter . " " Doomed ! " echoed Jack . " Monster of ingratitude ! I would give my fortune to stand in your shoes . " " What do you mean ? " " What do I mean ? that I am ...
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... existence . It is the soul within her soul ; the pulse within her heart ; the life blood along her veins , blending with every atom of her frame . The love that is so chaste and dignified in Portia -- so airy - delicate and fearless in ...
... existence . It is the soul within her soul ; the pulse within her heart ; the life blood along her veins , blending with every atom of her frame . The love that is so chaste and dignified in Portia -- so airy - delicate and fearless in ...
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