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... brought safe to land , they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven , who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean , and delivered them from all the periles and miseries thereof , againe to set their feete on the ...
... brought safe to land , they fell upon their knees and blessed the God of heaven , who had brought them over the vast and furious ocean , and delivered them from all the periles and miseries thereof , againe to set their feete on the ...
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... brought the tears into my eyes . I can read no prose now , though Hazlitt sometimes , to be sure - but then Hazlitt is worth all modern prose - writers put together . " Mr. R. spoke of buying a book of Lamb's a few days before , and I ...
... brought the tears into my eyes . I can read no prose now , though Hazlitt sometimes , to be sure - but then Hazlitt is worth all modern prose - writers put together . " Mr. R. spoke of buying a book of Lamb's a few days before , and I ...
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... brought to London , and examined before the Privy Council , one said , “ All Ireland cannot govern this Earl . " " Then let this Earl govern all Ireland , " replied the King . ' T is noted of some scholars , like Swift , and Gibbon and ...
... brought to London , and examined before the Privy Council , one said , “ All Ireland cannot govern this Earl . " " Then let this Earl govern all Ireland , " replied the King . ' T is noted of some scholars , like Swift , and Gibbon and ...
Contents
The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
Copyright | |
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