The Quarterly ReviewWilliam Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) John Murray, 1833 |
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... perhaps , as opposite in the character of their minds , as two so highly gifted
and accomplished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) — their
ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant
praises ...
... perhaps , as opposite in the character of their minds , as two so highly gifted
and accomplished could be , but who met upon this common ground ) — their
ripe and sober judgment was overborne by the louder and more extravagant
praises ...
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Perhaps while yet in his humble situation he had made his first attempt on the
stage with Love ' s Tricks . ... perhaps , in perfect sincerity , • This play is The first
fruits of a muse , that before this Never saluted audience , nor doth mean To
swear ...
Perhaps while yet in his humble situation he had made his first attempt on the
stage with Love ' s Tricks . ... perhaps , in perfect sincerity , • This play is The first
fruits of a muse , that before this Never saluted audience , nor doth mean To
swear ...
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... through every province of the drama ; rarely perhaps exciting any violent or
profound emotion , yet rarely failing to awaken and keep alive the curiosity , to
amuse and delight the imagination . For , after all , it is the life and activity of
Shirley ' s ...
... through every province of the drama ; rarely perhaps exciting any violent or
profound emotion , yet rarely failing to awaken and keep alive the curiosity , to
amuse and delight the imagination . For , after all , it is the life and activity of
Shirley ' s ...
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We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I prithee , When thou art married , love him ,
prithee love him , For he esteems thee well ; and once a day Give him a kiss for
me ; but do not tell him " Twas ' Twas my desire ; perhaps ' t will fetch Life and ...
We two keep sorrow alive then ; but I prithee , When thou art married , love him ,
prithee love him , For he esteems thee well ; and once a day Give him a kiss for
me ; but do not tell him " Twas ' Twas my desire ; perhaps ' t will fetch Life and ...
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Twas my desire ; perhaps ' t will fetch a sigh From him , and I had rather break my
heart . But one word more , and heaven be with you all .Since you have led the
way , I hope , my lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me ...
Twas my desire ; perhaps ' t will fetch a sigh From him , and I had rather break my
heart . But one word more , and heaven be with you all .Since you have led the
way , I hope , my lord , That I am free to marry too ? Pis . Thou art . Ami . Let me ...
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| Title | The Quarterly Review |
| Editors | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle) |
| Contributor | George Walter Prothero |
| Publisher | John Murray, 1833 |
| Original from | Oxford University |
| Digitized | 14 Aug 2007 |
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