English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's "Compendium of English Literature" and Supplementary to It. Designed for Colleges and Advanced ClassesBancroft, 1869 - 798页 |
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... hand , my thoughts necessarily fixed upon you , 1 His first contribution was in October , 1739 , | and may be found in vol . ix . p . 545. In the same month appeared , in this magazine , Aken- side's Hymn to Science ; in the next page ...
... hand , my thoughts necessarily fixed upon you , 1 His first contribution was in October , 1739 , | and may be found in vol . ix . p . 545. In the same month appeared , in this magazine , Aken- side's Hymn to Science ; in the next page ...
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... hands of the idle . It will frequently languish even in the hands of the busy , if they have not some employments ... hand an innocent and irreproachable amusement for his leisure hours , to save him from the danger of many a perni ...
... hands of the idle . It will frequently languish even in the hands of the busy , if they have not some employments ... hand an innocent and irreproachable amusement for his leisure hours , to save him from the danger of many a perni ...
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... hand ; and I was not disappointed . In a short time I came to a small village , at the entrance of which 1 Our own Ledyard , who possessed every qualification of a traveller of the highest order , thus speaks in praise of women : - " I ...
... hand ; and I was not disappointed . In a short time I came to a small village , at the entrance of which 1 Our own Ledyard , who possessed every qualification of a traveller of the highest order , thus speaks in praise of women : - " I ...
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... hands of Mr. Southey , who most kindly and generously wrote to the young poet to encourage him ; and very soon friends sprang up who enabled him to pursue the great object of his ambition , -admission to the University of Cam- bridge ...
... hands of Mr. Southey , who most kindly and generously wrote to the young poet to encourage him ; and very soon friends sprang up who enabled him to pursue the great object of his ambition , -admission to the University of Cam- bridge ...
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... hand ( Poor helpless child ! ) just reaches to the pall . And now they pass into the field of graves , And now ... hand That wont to lead thee home : no more that hand Shall aid thy feeble gait , or gently stroke , Thy sun - bleach'd ...
... hand ( Poor helpless child ! ) just reaches to the pall . And now they pass into the field of graves , And now ... hand That wont to lead thee home : no more that hand Shall aid thy feeble gait , or gently stroke , Thy sun - bleach'd ...
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