The West of Scotland Magazine and Review, Том 1,Выпуск 1John Churchill, 1844 |
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... night , into a school to learn from a book , why he would be asleep in three minutes . He could not learn ; it was not in human nature that he could do so . He wanted rest and recreation , and unless they could curtail the labour of the ...
... night , into a school to learn from a book , why he would be asleep in three minutes . He could not learn ; it was not in human nature that he could do so . He wanted rest and recreation , and unless they could curtail the labour of the ...
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... night as she should never recover . This same Dudaim it was that had raked up the crops , heaped sand over the amber , made the storm , and dropped the frog into my daughter her lap ; item REVIEWS " Historic Fancies," by the Hon George ...
... night as she should never recover . This same Dudaim it was that had raked up the crops , heaped sand over the amber , made the storm , and dropped the frog into my daughter her lap ; item REVIEWS " Historic Fancies," by the Hon George ...
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... night before our final parade , I received my appointment to a company . Our parade next morning was one which I believe was never forgotten by any individual who had the good fortune to witness it . Of all the striking ceremonials ...
... night before our final parade , I received my appointment to a company . Our parade next morning was one which I believe was never forgotten by any individual who had the good fortune to witness it . Of all the striking ceremonials ...
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... night we slept on the element which Britain has so long made her field of battle . The wea- ther was serene , and we fully enjoyed the freshness of the air , and the brightness of the view , as we rounded the coast . At the mouth of the ...
... night we slept on the element which Britain has so long made her field of battle . The wea- ther was serene , and we fully enjoyed the freshness of the air , and the brightness of the view , as we rounded the coast . At the mouth of the ...
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... night ; " I cannot , then , return to thee , " But , thou shalt surely follow me ! " I felt the burning of my head , My aching heart beat loud and dread ; I rais'd my arms - to flee away ! I woke ! it was - Eternal day ! London ...
... night ; " I cannot , then , return to thee , " But , thou shalt surely follow me ! " I felt the burning of my head , My aching heart beat loud and dread ; I rais'd my arms - to flee away ! I woke ! it was - Eternal day ! London ...
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