Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... poet's character , and of the danger to be apprehended from him . gave him the more readily because she felt herself secure . At the same time , as Collins went on to speak of her mother , her eyes filled slowly with silent tears , one ...
... poet's character , and of the danger to be apprehended from him . gave him the more readily because she felt herself secure . At the same time , as Collins went on to speak of her mother , her eyes filled slowly with silent tears , one ...
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... poet before mentioned , of which the air closed in a long pathetic flow of deepest emotion ; such , that the poet afterwards compared it to the last bright soft sunset before the com- mencing deluge . At the instant when my voice sank ...
... poet before mentioned , of which the air closed in a long pathetic flow of deepest emotion ; such , that the poet afterwards compared it to the last bright soft sunset before the com- mencing deluge . At the instant when my voice sank ...
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... poet rose , and met him with a gentle smile , expressed his plea- sure at seeing him , and begged him to sit down . The recluse had the packet of papers in his hand , which he held out , and said- I wonder and some scorn ; and after a ...
... poet rose , and met him with a gentle smile , expressed his plea- sure at seeing him , and begged him to sit down . The recluse had the packet of papers in his hand , which he held out , and said- I wonder and some scorn ; and after a ...
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... poet's troop of phantoms - Everard Andrews and the slain victim of Collins's poli- tics . Amid these living and dead ones , and many more of both , encir- cling each of the central shadows , the eye found no fixed point of vision , and ...
... poet's troop of phantoms - Everard Andrews and the slain victim of Collins's poli- tics . Amid these living and dead ones , and many more of both , encir- cling each of the central shadows , the eye found no fixed point of vision , and ...
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... poet Walsing- ham , the wife of poor Henry Richards , the white - haired and rather short man whom I have heard you talk of as Col- lins , and old Fowler , your grandfather , whom I knew when I first knew you , and lived as a boy in ...
... poet Walsing- ham , the wife of poor Henry Richards , the white - haired and rather short man whom I have heard you talk of as Col- lins , and old Fowler , your grandfather , whom I knew when I first knew you , and lived as a boy in ...
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