Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 45William Blackwood, 1839 |
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... speaking of that aboriginal or self - sown music which is referable to no individual author , or school of au- thors , but ... speak- ing as to the precise time when it was written . Indeed upon this point we cannot venture upon a nearer ...
... speaking of that aboriginal or self - sown music which is referable to no individual author , or school of au- thors , but ... speak- ing as to the precise time when it was written . Indeed upon this point we cannot venture upon a nearer ...
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... speak to me of it as furnishing some of the pleasantest recollections of her childhood . And now , after many years , I am walking in it with you , her daughter . When I first thought of fixing myself in some solitude in the country , I ...
... speak to me of it as furnishing some of the pleasantest recollections of her childhood . And now , after many years , I am walking in it with you , her daughter . When I first thought of fixing myself in some solitude in the country , I ...
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... speaking in this way to you , her daughter , as if I had a right to receive your confidence , or at least to give ... speak- ing . Maria said , after some moments , - " I am very much obliged to you for speaking to me as you have done ...
... speaking in this way to you , her daughter , as if I had a right to receive your confidence , or at least to give ... speak- ing . Maria said , after some moments , - " I am very much obliged to you for speaking to me as you have done ...
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... speak , I have fancied that , if you would only try , you would make others hear , under- stand , feel , and act . " dress a portion of the evil . I had been left penniless , and was obliged to work for bread . He offered me half his ...
... speak , I have fancied that , if you would only try , you would make others hear , under- stand , feel , and act . " dress a portion of the evil . I had been left penniless , and was obliged to work for bread . He offered me half his ...
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... speak of there is , I am sure , a remedy , if I could but make you understand me . I have learned to call it Faith , but I know that it is Blessedness . Now , it would seem , of course , that you must know better than I ; but , at least ...
... speak of there is , I am sure , a remedy , if I could but make you understand me . I have learned to call it Faith , but I know that it is Blessedness . Now , it would seem , of course , that you must know better than I ; but , at least ...
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