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... translation being R. R. W. L. , G. B. , W. B. J. , and B. H. K. Can any possessor of the Arundines Cami or the 6 Sabrina Corolla ' tell me whom those initails represent ? Perhaps MR . PICK- FORD can oblige me . I may add that the ...
... translation being R. R. W. L. , G. B. , W. B. J. , and B. H. K. Can any possessor of the Arundines Cami or the 6 Sabrina Corolla ' tell me whom those initails represent ? Perhaps MR . PICK- FORD can oblige me . I may add that the ...
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... translation of same reads thus Nought and Too Much . ( To Mrs. Mary F. Johnston . ) Life is but play : A throb , a tear ; A sob , a sneer- And then - good day ! Life is but jest : A dream , a doom ; A gleam , a gloom- And then - good ...
... translation of same reads thus Nought and Too Much . ( To Mrs. Mary F. Johnston . ) Life is but play : A throb , a tear ; A sob , a sneer- And then - good day ! Life is but jest : A dream , a doom ; A gleam , a gloom- And then - good ...
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... translation I note seems to have the authority of a great name : " L'amitié est l'Amour sans ailes . " This Lord Byron translated , we are told , ' Friendship is Love without his wings . ' But this does not appear to me to be an exact ...
... translation I note seems to have the authority of a great name : " L'amitié est l'Amour sans ailes . " This Lord Byron translated , we are told , ' Friendship is Love without his wings . ' But this does not appear to me to be an exact ...
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... Translated by A. MACHEN . THE DECAMERON . By BOCCACCIO ; faithfully translated by J. M. RIGG ; with an Essay by J. ADDINGTON SYMONDS . THE NOVELS OF MRS . APHRA BEHN . Introduction : The Royal Slave ; The Fair Jilt ; The Nun ; Agnes de ...
... Translated by A. MACHEN . THE DECAMERON . By BOCCACCIO ; faithfully translated by J. M. RIGG ; with an Essay by J. ADDINGTON SYMONDS . THE NOVELS OF MRS . APHRA BEHN . Introduction : The Royal Slave ; The Fair Jilt ; The Nun ; Agnes de ...
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... TRANSLATING HOMER . Popular Edition . Crown 8vo , 2s . 6d . FRIENDSHIP'S GARLAND . Edition . Crown 8vo , 2s . 6d ... translation . London : SMITH , ELDER & CO . 15 , Waterloo Place , S. W. Published Weekly by JOHN C. FRANCIS and J ...
... TRANSLATING HOMER . Popular Edition . Crown 8vo , 2s . 6d . FRIENDSHIP'S GARLAND . Edition . Crown 8vo , 2s . 6d ... translation . London : SMITH , ELDER & CO . 15 , Waterloo Place , S. W. Published Weekly by JOHN C. FRANCIS and J ...
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