The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, 第 1-2 卷John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 |
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... Mary Howitt , a Quakeress . ib . The Weaver's Song , by Barry Cornwall .......... ib . Farewell to Abbotsford , by Mrs. Hemans .......... 143 On the Church of Krisuvik in Iceland , ............ 71 Farewell to Fife .. Verses by an Old ...
... Mary Howitt , a Quakeress . ib . The Weaver's Song , by Barry Cornwall .......... ib . Farewell to Abbotsford , by Mrs. Hemans .......... 143 On the Church of Krisuvik in Iceland , ............ 71 Farewell to Fife .. Verses by an Old ...
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... Mary Lawson , a Story for Young Women .... ... 25 The Battle of Blenheim .. ..230 To my Carrier Pigeon ....... ..243 To my Cigar ..245 The Irish Potato ... 249 Inscription for a Tablet at Penshurst , the Birth- The Spinning Wheel Song ...
... Mary Lawson , a Story for Young Women .... ... 25 The Battle of Blenheim .. ..230 To my Carrier Pigeon ....... ..243 To my Cigar ..245 The Irish Potato ... 249 Inscription for a Tablet at Penshurst , the Birth- The Spinning Wheel Song ...
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... Mary Lindsay , Hofer , the dwelling of , 395 100 Holiday Rambles , No. V. - Inchkeith , 353 No. XXX . Condition of Women in England and Italy , contrasted , & c . Holidays , old Scottish , 385 126 Horse Jockeys , skill of , 327 No. XXXI ...
... Mary Lindsay , Hofer , the dwelling of , 395 100 Holiday Rambles , No. V. - Inchkeith , 353 No. XXX . Condition of Women in England and Italy , contrasted , & c . Holidays , old Scottish , 385 126 Horse Jockeys , skill of , 327 No. XXXI ...
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... Mary Gray , 41 101 We'll see about it , 57 ib . Tubber Derg ; or the Red Well , 73 Inscription on a Boy's tomb - stone in an Irish country Do. Continued , 89 churchyard , 116 First Going to Church - a Tale for the Young , 105 Ultima ...
... Mary Gray , 41 101 We'll see about it , 57 ib . Tubber Derg ; or the Red Well , 73 Inscription on a Boy's tomb - stone in an Irish country Do. Continued , 89 churchyard , 116 First Going to Church - a Tale for the Young , 105 Ultima ...
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... Mary " bathed in wine , saith tradition , and became more beautiful even in the cruel languish .. ment of her imprisonment ! engines that stretch o ' ground might support ! what a bee - hive of industry , and nest of comfor- table homes ...
... Mary " bathed in wine , saith tradition , and became more beautiful even in the cruel languish .. ment of her imprisonment ! engines that stretch o ' ground might support ! what a bee - hive of industry , and nest of comfor- table homes ...
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