The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'esprits, Principally Prose, that Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications, Том 13Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott James Ridgway, 1810 |
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... Sure ib . The Barouche - driver 123 The Danube Denounced 1126 The Wardle Ditty ib . To G. L. Wardle , Esq . 127 A Tale of other Times ib . Intelligence for the Country 133 , 135 Mr. Wardle to his Popularity 136 The Wardle Presents 137 ...
... Sure ib . The Barouche - driver 123 The Danube Denounced 1126 The Wardle Ditty ib . To G. L. Wardle , Esq . 127 A Tale of other Times ib . Intelligence for the Country 133 , 135 Mr. Wardle to his Popularity 136 The Wardle Presents 137 ...
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... SURE ' t is the Edinbro ' - Its cover , type , Inside and outside - -evy way alike ! No , faith , S Freifu ' , one thing still remains- In your net number borrow Jeffery's brains , D3 BOREALIS . EPIGRAMS EPIGRAMS ON O'MEARA'S GOING IN ...
... SURE ' t is the Edinbro ' - Its cover , type , Inside and outside - -evy way alike ! No , faith , S Freifu ' , one thing still remains- In your net number borrow Jeffery's brains , D3 BOREALIS . EPIGRAMS EPIGRAMS ON O'MEARA'S GOING IN ...
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... SURE such treatment each son of the church would displease , To be robb'd of his living , yet pay the Clark's fees . ANOTHER . To be dignified here as the highest of priests , Wallow loose in his stall , and sit first at the feasts : Is ...
... SURE such treatment each son of the church would displease , To be robb'd of his living , yet pay the Clark's fees . ANOTHER . To be dignified here as the highest of priests , Wallow loose in his stall , and sit first at the feasts : Is ...
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... sure destruction sav'd thy faithful band ' ; ' T was thine with them each painful toil to share , ' T was thine alone the mental pangs to bear ; When warring elements against thee rose ; Before thee , treacherous friends - behind thee ...
... sure destruction sav'd thy faithful band ' ; ' T was thine with them each painful toil to share , ' T was thine alone the mental pangs to bear ; When warring elements against thee rose ; Before thee , treacherous friends - behind thee ...
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... sure foal - getter , and his stock are in great repute in the country . THE THE TURF EXTRAORDINARY . NO . II . [ From the same , April 6. ] HE first class of the Oatlands was run for on Wed- nesday , the 1st of February , best of three ...
... sure foal - getter , and his stock are in great repute in the country . THE THE TURF EXTRAORDINARY . NO . II . [ From the same , April 6. ] HE first class of the Oatlands was run for on Wed- nesday , the 1st of February , best of three ...
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