The Works of Lord Byron, Том 12J. Murray, 1901 |
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... told by Benvenuto Rambaldi da Imola to illustrate the consequences of ill - assorted marriages . " Vir popularis , sed tamen valde politicus " et moralis . qui poterat videri satis felix . . . nisi habuisset uxorem pravam ; habuit enim ...
... told by Benvenuto Rambaldi da Imola to illustrate the consequences of ill - assorted marriages . " Vir popularis , sed tamen valde politicus " et moralis . qui poterat videri satis felix . . . nisi habuisset uxorem pravam ; habuit enim ...
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... told you long ago that the new Cantos were not good , and I also told you a reason : recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about ...
... told you long ago that the new Cantos were not good , and I also told you a reason : recollect , I do not oblige you to publish them ; you may suppress them , if you like , but I can alter nothing . I have erased the six stanzas about ...
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... told him , had he consulted me before his publication . This shows how much more politics interest men in these parts than religion . Half a dozen invectives against tyranny confiscate C H in a month ; and eight and twenty cantos of ...
... told him , had he consulted me before his publication . This shows how much more politics interest men in these parts than religion . Half a dozen invectives against tyranny confiscate C H in a month ; and eight and twenty cantos of ...
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... told you called me your little friend , than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius or an eminent hand , as Jacob " does all his authors . " - Pope to Steele , November 29 , 1712 ( Courthope's Pope , vol . vi . p . 396 ) ...
... told you called me your little friend , than if you complimented me with the title of a great genius or an eminent hand , as Jacob " does all his authors . " - Pope to Steele , November 29 , 1712 ( Courthope's Pope , vol . vi . p . 396 ) ...
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... told you of a cargo of " Poeshie , " which I had sent to M. at his own impatient desire ; —and , now he has got it , he don't like it , and demurs . Perhaps he is right . I have no great opinion of any of my last ship- ment , except a ...
... told you of a cargo of " Poeshie , " which I had sent to M. at his own impatient desire ; —and , now he has got it , he don't like it , and demurs . Perhaps he is right . I have no great opinion of any of my last ship- ment , except a ...
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