The American Monthly Magazine, Том 4;Том 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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... grand dance . The Baron looks on ; is moved by the grace and naïveté of Fleur des Champs ; offers her his hand , and , what is more , a title . The damsel is in agony , and Rudolph raves . She , however , rejects the Baron's offer . The ...
... grand dance . The Baron looks on ; is moved by the grace and naïveté of Fleur des Champs ; offers her his hand , and , what is more , a title . The damsel is in agony , and Rudolph raves . She , however , rejects the Baron's offer . The ...
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... grand scale , and with nicest delicacy in all its minutest details , that it may please the artificial tastes which have been created to enjoy it . It is so executed ; and every night is it witnessed by thousands , thronging the immense ...
... grand scale , and with nicest delicacy in all its minutest details , that it may please the artificial tastes which have been created to enjoy it . It is so executed ; and every night is it witnessed by thousands , thronging the immense ...
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... Grand Canal . Nor was I entitled to despise them ; for I amused myself with all those fool- ish matters of fishermen , and dogs , and fox , just as if Sublimity and Beauty were not married at that place and moment ; as if their nup ...
... Grand Canal . Nor was I entitled to despise them ; for I amused myself with all those fool- ish matters of fishermen , and dogs , and fox , just as if Sublimity and Beauty were not married at that place and moment ; as if their nup ...
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... grand than those clouds when rocked by the tempest - nothing more beautiful than when , as now , their crimson sails float upon that sea of violet , like the barques of the blest , of which our Indian legends tell us . How strange is it ...
... grand than those clouds when rocked by the tempest - nothing more beautiful than when , as now , their crimson sails float upon that sea of violet , like the barques of the blest , of which our Indian legends tell us . How strange is it ...
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... Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor , suspended from his left breast . He was flanked by three venerable men in similar costume . This was Count Portalis , peer of France , and premier president of the Cour de Cassation . He was reading ...
... Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor , suspended from his left breast . He was flanked by three venerable men in similar costume . This was Count Portalis , peer of France , and premier president of the Cour de Cassation . He was reading ...
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