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Strona 361
... Sacontala ; or , the Fatal Ring.417 Upon the Relation of Music to the Drama . - Letter Irene . MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICA- MONTHLY REGISTER . EDINBURGH : WILLIAM BLACKWOOD , NO 17 , PRINCE'S STREET , EDINBURGH AND T. CADELL AND W ...
... Sacontala ; or , the Fatal Ring.417 Upon the Relation of Music to the Drama . - Letter Irene . MONTHLY LIST OF NEW PUBLICA- MONTHLY REGISTER . EDINBURGH : WILLIAM BLACKWOOD , NO 17 , PRINCE'S STREET , EDINBURGH AND T. CADELL AND W ...
Strona 417
... SACONTALA ; OR , THE FATAL RING . vine , the offspring of mortals beloved by the gods or the gods themselves descending from their holy mountains upon an earth scarcely less beautiful than their own celestial abodes . From the strife ...
... SACONTALA ; OR , THE FATAL RING . vine , the offspring of mortals beloved by the gods or the gods themselves descending from their holy mountains upon an earth scarcely less beautiful than their own celestial abodes . From the strife ...
Strona 418
... Sacontala , or , the Fatal Ring , was the brightest . Sir William Jones has ventured to call him the Shakspeare of India - not perhaps a very philoso- phical opinion , for neither the human mind nor human life did ever so exist in India ...
... Sacontala , or , the Fatal Ring , was the brightest . Sir William Jones has ventured to call him the Shakspeare of India - not perhaps a very philoso- phical opinion , for neither the human mind nor human life did ever so exist in India ...
Strona 419
... Sacontala , and drinking deep draughts of love . His fate is sealed by the following uninten- tional but irresistible charm : - mantle of bark so closely over my bosom , Sac . My friend Prijamvada has tied this that it gives me pain ...
... Sacontala , and drinking deep draughts of love . His fate is sealed by the following uninten- tional but irresistible charm : - mantle of bark so closely over my bosom , Sac . My friend Prijamvada has tied this that it gives me pain ...
Strona 420
... Sacontala , though the adopted child of the Brah- men Canna , is the daughter of Mena- ca , one of the nymphs of the lower heavens , by Causica , the sage and mo- narch . Every moment Dushmanta and Sacontala are becoming more des ...
... Sacontala , though the adopted child of the Brah- men Canna , is the daughter of Mena- ca , one of the nymphs of the lower heavens , by Causica , the sage and mo- narch . Every moment Dushmanta and Sacontala are becoming more des ...
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