Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... less con- siderable in Scotland than in other countries . Our ecclesiastical architec- ture shows the tendency of our church- men and their patrons to cherish the arts of refinement ; and , if music was cultivated by them in any ...
... less con- siderable in Scotland than in other countries . Our ecclesiastical architec- ture shows the tendency of our church- men and their patrons to cherish the arts of refinement ; and , if music was cultivated by them in any ...
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... less bound by the opinion of society , for while more strongly drawn to him I was more and more separated from every one else . In fact , he had form- ed a border of delicate plants around me , and led me to tend them carefully ...
... less bound by the opinion of society , for while more strongly drawn to him I was more and more separated from every one else . In fact , he had form- ed a border of delicate plants around me , and led me to tend them carefully ...
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... less importance . Neither do I unconditionally condemn my late sister , who , doubtless , had de- rived from her ancestors a sense of honour that must have prevented her from intruding any one of obscure de- scent into our family . I ...
... less importance . Neither do I unconditionally condemn my late sister , who , doubtless , had de- rived from her ancestors a sense of honour that must have prevented her from intruding any one of obscure de- scent into our family . I ...
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... less free than ever , for I must now begin to re- gard myself as wholly yours , however long it may be before our union is realized . " " Why long ? Not , I trust , at the utmost more than a few weeks . My position in the world is ...
... less free than ever , for I must now begin to re- gard myself as wholly yours , however long it may be before our union is realized . " " Why long ? Not , I trust , at the utmost more than a few weeks . My position in the world is ...
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... less a personage than a bagman in the general tea - tray and fancy snuff box line , having his thigh - bone broken , as thigh - bones in- variably are broken , if you believe the sufferers , in three places ! Soon after this the Widow ...
... less a personage than a bagman in the general tea - tray and fancy snuff box line , having his thigh - bone broken , as thigh - bones in- variably are broken , if you believe the sufferers , in three places ! Soon after this the Widow ...
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Страница 138 - midst its dreary dells, Whose walls more awful nod By thy religious gleams. Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain, Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut, That from the mountain's side, Views wilds, and swelling floods, And hamlets brown, and dim-discovered spires, And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all Thy dewy fingers draw The gradual dusky veil.
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