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...the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity ever changing, lint a few hours past walked before me, where she kept up the pageant, and now like a Iroward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. . . . " How few appear in those streets which...

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...lifts his guuty arm against his own sacred person. "Let me no longer waste the night over the pages of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genins,...me, where she kept up the pageant, and now like a troward child, seems hushed with her own importunities. . . . "How few appear in those streets which...

...night over the pages of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary wnlk, where Vanity ever changing, but a few hours past walked...me, where she kept up the pageant, and now like a Iruuard child, seems hushed with her own importunities. . . . " How few appear in those streets which...

...Let me no longer waste the page over the night of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius ; but pursue the solitary walk where vanity, ever changing, but a few hours past walked before me, when she kept up the pageant, and now like a forward child, seems hushed with her own importunities....

...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where vanity, ever changing,...me ; where she kept up the pageant, and now, like a (reward child, seems hushed with her own importunities." — A Citizen of the World. " But times are...

...Let me no longer waste the night over the page of antiquity or the sallies of contemporary genius, but pursue the solitary walk, where Vanity, ever changing,...own importunities. " What a gloom hangs all around I The dying lamp feebly emits a yellow gleam ; no sound is heard but of the chiming clock, or the distant...