The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 10Oliver Everett., 1825 |
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... feeling of reverence for the name is not yet extinct , and that his dicta upon the law of trespass and distress for rent are generally deferred to in his own county , unless when it happens to be the assizes ' - time . I passed through ...
... feeling of reverence for the name is not yet extinct , and that his dicta upon the law of trespass and distress for rent are generally deferred to in his own county , unless when it happens to be the assizes ' - time . I passed through ...
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... feeling of awe which the scene inspired , I found that my oratorical courage , which like natural courage " comes and goes , " was rapidly " oozing out ; " - but as the business and the passions of the day proceed- ed ; as the fire of ...
... feeling of awe which the scene inspired , I found that my oratorical courage , which like natural courage " comes and goes , " was rapidly " oozing out ; " - but as the business and the passions of the day proceed- ed ; as the fire of ...
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... feeling- and she had therefore taken a copy of it ( omitting names ) , for the pur- pose of shewing it to me , and getting me - I was so qualified , and so clever at my pen , and all that sort of thing - just to undertake - if I only ...
... feeling- and she had therefore taken a copy of it ( omitting names ) , for the pur- pose of shewing it to me , and getting me - I was so qualified , and so clever at my pen , and all that sort of thing - just to undertake - if I only ...
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... feel for every thing human ; our own individual consciousness of the passages of that journey which all are travelling , gives us an interest in those wayfarers whom we once despised ; and , whatever we may still assert of systems and ...
... feel for every thing human ; our own individual consciousness of the passages of that journey which all are travelling , gives us an interest in those wayfarers whom we once despised ; and , whatever we may still assert of systems and ...
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... feeling without bordering on the profane . Our author has wisely forborne from a vivid description of the sect , and has consequently been duller than he would otherwise have been in his descriptions . To give ... feel To Day in Ireland . 25.
... feeling without bordering on the profane . Our author has wisely forborne from a vivid description of the sect , and has consequently been duller than he would otherwise have been in his descriptions . To give ... feel To Day in Ireland . 25.
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