Blackwood's Magazine, Том 41W. Blackwood, 1837 |
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... once or twice , when parties of soldiers were passing , to discover him , but he always commanded him to be silent . At last a soldier who was passing in quest of plunder , and at whom it is said he at- tempted to cut , shot him through ...
... once or twice , when parties of soldiers were passing , to discover him , but he always commanded him to be silent . At last a soldier who was passing in quest of plunder , and at whom it is said he at- tempted to cut , shot him through ...
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... once stood on a porphyry base , covered with suitable sculptures of Ammon , the Nile , Anubis ; and with its sister monolithe , for there were two , and this , the smaller , probably caught the approving gaze of many a lotus - eating ...
... once stood on a porphyry base , covered with suitable sculptures of Ammon , the Nile , Anubis ; and with its sister monolithe , for there were two , and this , the smaller , probably caught the approving gaze of many a lotus - eating ...
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... once regarded as the sure allies of subver- sion . In that timely and important pub- lication , the " CONSERVATIVE , " put forth by the great Conservative Asso- ciation of London , we find the re- mark made on those meetings , that they ...
... once regarded as the sure allies of subver- sion . In that timely and important pub- lication , the " CONSERVATIVE , " put forth by the great Conservative Asso- ciation of London , we find the re- mark made on those meetings , that they ...
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... once , an Attic quotation - duly rendered for the sake of rural gentlemen - at the head of our last Alcibiades ! Our last - melancholy category ! Except it be shaving , tooth - drawing , speaking at public dinners , being roasted by ...
... once , an Attic quotation - duly rendered for the sake of rural gentlemen - at the head of our last Alcibiades ! Our last - melancholy category ! Except it be shaving , tooth - drawing , speaking at public dinners , being roasted by ...
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... once redoubtable Daniel O'Connell used to tell us of himself , slightly superstitious . Should we see a magpie , spit we must , though the lady of our love were hanging on one arm and the ghost of an ancient Persian on the other ...
... once redoubtable Daniel O'Connell used to tell us of himself , slightly superstitious . Should we see a magpie , spit we must , though the lady of our love were hanging on one arm and the ghost of an ancient Persian on the other ...
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Стр. 522 - So ye shall not pollute the land wherein ye are: for blood it defileth the land: and the land cannot be cleansed of the blood that is shed therein, but by the blood of him that shed it.
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Стр. 170 - Untouched by sorrow, and unsoiled by sin — (Good heavens ! the child is swallowing a pin !) Thou little tricksy Puck ! With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air — (The door! the door! he'll tumble down the stair!) Thou darling of thy sire...
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