The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art, Volume 8Leavitt, Trow, & Company, 1846 - American literature |
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... Lady , - Tait's Magazine , 320 372 France , Newspaper Press in , -British Quar- terly Review , G Gilfillan's Gallery ... Ladies , - British Quarterly Review , Literary Men , History of , -Fraser's Maga zine , 482 128 221 ment , -Tait's ...
... Lady , - Tait's Magazine , 320 372 France , Newspaper Press in , -British Quar- terly Review , G Gilfillan's Gallery ... Ladies , - British Quarterly Review , Literary Men , History of , -Fraser's Maga zine , 482 128 221 ment , -Tait's ...
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... lady who took a house in these parts not long ago , and stuck fast in her carriage in a lane , and as it was impossible to open one of the doors , she was obliged to submit to the in- dignity of being hauled through one of the little ...
... lady who took a house in these parts not long ago , and stuck fast in her carriage in a lane , and as it was impossible to open one of the doors , she was obliged to submit to the in- dignity of being hauled through one of the little ...
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... lady vocalist , practising bravura lustily , came flaunting out upon the silent evening . Hard by here , there is a large palazzo , I went down into the garden ; intended formerly belonging to some member of the to be prim and quaint ...
... lady vocalist , practising bravura lustily , came flaunting out upon the silent evening . Hard by here , there is a large palazzo , I went down into the garden ; intended formerly belonging to some member of the to be prim and quaint ...
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... walking - sticks . On the other side of the door - way , a lady with a showy handkerchief for a head- dress , ( wife to the Saracen's Head , I be- tumble - down tenement into a crack or cor- ner 48 [ MAY , TRAVELLING LETTERS .
... walking - sticks . On the other side of the door - way , a lady with a showy handkerchief for a head- dress , ( wife to the Saracen's Head , I be- tumble - down tenement into a crack or cor- ner 48 [ MAY , TRAVELLING LETTERS .
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... lady's turn ; and the lady's retiring up , when it is the gentleman's turn ; the final passion of a pas de deux ; and the going off with a bound ! -I shall never see a real ballet , with a composed countenance again . I went another ...
... lady's turn ; and the lady's retiring up , when it is the gentleman's turn ; the final passion of a pas de deux ; and the going off with a bound ! -I shall never see a real ballet , with a composed countenance again . I went another ...
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