The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 4;Volume 10M. Bancroft, J. Wiley, and G. and C. and H. Carvill, 1837 |
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Pagina 2
... becoming his me- morialist , and ecstatify the world by a recountal of a few of the ad- ventures of one , concerning whom it might with peculiar apposite- ness be said— " He was a man , take him for all in all , Eye shall not look upon ...
... becoming his me- morialist , and ecstatify the world by a recountal of a few of the ad- ventures of one , concerning whom it might with peculiar apposite- ness be said— " He was a man , take him for all in all , Eye shall not look upon ...
Pagina 3
... becomes and behoves us to record a sad accident with which the landing of the illustrious oculist to their majesties was attended . Such an event may truly be called portentous of the various mishaps and persecutions which have be- set ...
... becomes and behoves us to record a sad accident with which the landing of the illustrious oculist to their majesties was attended . Such an event may truly be called portentous of the various mishaps and persecutions which have be- set ...
Pagina 28
... become bedizened ; but he is growing weary of his persecutors , his rage is spent ; foaming at the mouth and moaning piteously , he trots round the plaza , eyes the barriers , and meditates escape in vain . The trumpet is heard again ...
... become bedizened ; but he is growing weary of his persecutors , his rage is spent ; foaming at the mouth and moaning piteously , he trots round the plaza , eyes the barriers , and meditates escape in vain . The trumpet is heard again ...
Pagina 30
... become the heroes of the hour , and display an amiable equanimity , the very reverse of the fiery rage of the young horses . Their very entrance is ignominious ; for the gate is thrown open at which poor toro usually makes his final ...
... become the heroes of the hour , and display an amiable equanimity , the very reverse of the fiery rage of the young horses . Their very entrance is ignominious ; for the gate is thrown open at which poor toro usually makes his final ...
Pagina 41
... become a wolf , that it is so ravenous for blood ? Are they all Wahalakas ? " A yell so loud , so vindicative , so demon - like , burst from the throng that Melancourt involuntarily shuddered , and pressed closer to the form of the ...
... become a wolf , that it is so ravenous for blood ? Are they all Wahalakas ? " A yell so loud , so vindicative , so demon - like , burst from the throng that Melancourt involuntarily shuddered , and pressed closer to the form of the ...
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