The Brighton gleaner; or, General repository of literary selections, general occurrences [&c.]., Volume 1R.Sickelmore [Printer], 1822 - English essays |
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2011 But calumny ! - foul calumny ! _ to thee 04190 What good can we ascribe ?
What aught canst thou But blast man ' s reputation ? - wound his soul With
malady incurable ? Dissolve and land The sweet ties of friendship and affection ?
2011 But calumny ! - foul calumny ! _ to thee 04190 What good can we ascribe ?
What aught canst thou But blast man ' s reputation ? - wound his soul With
malady incurable ? Dissolve and land The sweet ties of friendship and affection ?
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said he , thou ! the most amiable , and humbly , and retired . “ Ho ! most loving of
all animals , " said hey ! ho ! hey ! horses in a I to myself , “ thou art a compaa
moment ! ” A berlin had just nion , a friend , and a brother to drove up . The
beggar ...
said he , thou ! the most amiable , and humbly , and retired . “ Ho ! most loving of
all animals , " said hey ! ho ! hey ! horses in a I to myself , “ thou art a compaa
moment ! ” A berlin had just nion , a friend , and a brother to drove up . The
beggar ...
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Thou shalt not marry with a CUPID ' S TELEGRAPH . — At a pro - priest . Thou
shalt not put off vincial town , we learn , that a thy hat in respect to thy superior .
new system of signals has been Thou shalt not shut thy shop on introduced ,
which ...
Thou shalt not marry with a CUPID ' S TELEGRAPH . — At a pro - priest . Thou
shalt not put off vincial town , we learn , that a thy hat in respect to thy superior .
new system of signals has been Thou shalt not shut thy shop on introduced ,
which ...
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11 When thou singest , thy vi Behold , I will speak to the voice is like the voice of
the daughters of Clent , in the lan - nightingale when she mourneth guage of
wisdom : and give them for her mate by the river of Zilsa , understanding to guide
...
11 When thou singest , thy vi Behold , I will speak to the voice is like the voice of
the daughters of Clent , in the lan - nightingale when she mourneth guage of
wisdom : and give them for her mate by the river of Zilsa , understanding to guide
...
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Ah ! silly , vain , and buzzing fly , Annoy me not , but from me hie ; I would not hurt
one joint of thee , And why wilt thou thus pester me ? Again thou com ' st - I have
thee nowBut out of window thou shalt go .Go , get thee gone — with pardon flee ...
Ah ! silly , vain , and buzzing fly , Annoy me not , but from me hie ; I would not hurt
one joint of thee , And why wilt thou thus pester me ? Again thou com ' st - I have
thee nowBut out of window thou shalt go .Go , get thee gone — with pardon flee ...
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