The Midland magazine and monthly review, ed. by J.J. Britton & J.N. Smith. [Continued as] The Midland-metropolitan magazine. Vol.1, no.1 - vol.2 [no.1. Vol.2, no.1 wants all before p.9]. |
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Strona 35
... waters , Far from trade the civilizer , Soft my relics lay . Let me feel that I have gainéd , In the legacy of ... water , Let me purge , with fire - brands shooting , From the Afric sky ; Every soil of sin and travail , Putrid rags ...
... waters , Far from trade the civilizer , Soft my relics lay . Let me feel that I have gainéd , In the legacy of ... water , Let me purge , with fire - brands shooting , From the Afric sky ; Every soil of sin and travail , Putrid rags ...
Strona 36
... water in his ink ) by the adamantine stroke of his magic pen . Without doubt he is the greatest satirist of the age . Let us in fancy picture Mr. Horton on the eve of penning this immortal poem . Suppose him to have read the satires of ...
... water in his ink ) by the adamantine stroke of his magic pen . Without doubt he is the greatest satirist of the age . Let us in fancy picture Mr. Horton on the eve of penning this immortal poem . Suppose him to have read the satires of ...
Strona 54
... water , he strolled out ; he walked on to the bridge that crossed the mimic river and leaned against it looking downward , but his mind would hear of no repose ; to him the water - ripple against the Bullflags was the accursed music of ...
... water , he strolled out ; he walked on to the bridge that crossed the mimic river and leaned against it looking downward , but his mind would hear of no repose ; to him the water - ripple against the Bullflags was the accursed music of ...
Strona 56
... waters sprang out . On the drawing - room table , on the study shelves , reposed the work ; on his sick bed , with the desk drawn near to it , lay the worker , now lying in bright thought , now rolling in restless dreams , now writing ...
... waters sprang out . On the drawing - room table , on the study shelves , reposed the work ; on his sick bed , with the desk drawn near to it , lay the worker , now lying in bright thought , now rolling in restless dreams , now writing ...
Strona 58
... waters of the Arno , was streaming in , a young and ( they said ) lovely Englishwoman lay sweetly smiling - and dead , with , strange to say , a novel laid upon her heart and her hands clapsed above it . A FUTURE LIFE . — Who would have ...
... waters of the Arno , was streaming in , a young and ( they said ) lovely Englishwoman lay sweetly smiling - and dead , with , strange to say , a novel laid upon her heart and her hands clapsed above it . A FUTURE LIFE . — Who would have ...
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