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Page 113
... Your arms defended long and well , Shall give to ye — the True and Brave ,
The Soldiers most Majestic Grave ! Ye shall be honour'd , glorious band !
Breathing Palladium of your land . But may ye fall not ! -though before Your walls
streams ...
... Your arms defended long and well , Shall give to ye — the True and Brave ,
The Soldiers most Majestic Grave ! Ye shall be honour'd , glorious band !
Breathing Palladium of your land . But may ye fall not ! -though before Your walls
streams ...
Page 138
But we must give the beautiful Every thing in her seems to lie beconclusion of her
critique :yond our view , and affects us in a “ The catastrophe of this play has
been manner which we feel rather than much admired for the peculiar skill with ...
But we must give the beautiful Every thing in her seems to lie beconclusion of her
critique :yond our view , and affects us in a “ The catastrophe of this play has
been manner which we feel rather than much admired for the peculiar skill with ...
Page 143
It is more common than that of passion and intellect and owers , and of virtue ; but
'in women it generally gives the too , and therefore less remarked ; e load - star tly
among prevailing tone to the character , exwith any cept where vanity has ...
It is more common than that of passion and intellect and owers , and of virtue ; but
'in women it generally gives the too , and therefore less remarked ; e load - star tly
among prevailing tone to the character , exwith any cept where vanity has ...
Page 221
It is he wife , give me the key . indeed ! Agnes . Here , then . Anne , Collect
yourself , dear sister , all Peter . Now we will go down to breakmay yet be well .
fast . Agnes . I am sick of life : yet death is Mech . Come , my lord . terrible to me .
It is he wife , give me the key . indeed ! Agnes . Here , then . Anne , Collect
yourself , dear sister , all Peter . Now we will go down to breakmay yet be well .
fast . Agnes . I am sick of life : yet death is Mech . Come , my lord . terrible to me .
Page 277
... of democracy , muscular energy , the fine impulses and to the oppressions of
despotism , which give activity and force ... to build up that most effectual portion
of history is last and noblest labour of utility and that which gives down great men
...
... of democracy , muscular energy , the fine impulses and to the oppressions of
despotism , which give activity and force ... to build up that most effectual portion
of history is last and noblest labour of utility and that which gives down great men
...
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