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" ... cry, (it brought tears into my eyes,) and that frightful burst and chuckle, scarcely speech, which filled her throat when she saw my gift. She trembled as though she had been palsy-struck, and looked . All this I saw and heard in a moment, for in... "
Golden Dreams and Leaden Realities - Page 142
by George Payson - 1853 - 344 pages
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The London Magazine, Volume 7

1823 - 732 pages
.... All this I saw and heard in a moment, for in a moment I was gone. I could never meet her again. O gay and gaudy time ! and shall I ever grow too old for thee ? Shall I ever hate thy mirth, and wish thee gone, tliou bright land-mark of the year? Oh! tliou art not like...
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The London Magazine, Volume 7

1823 - 734 pages
.... All this 1 saw and heard in a moment, for in a moment 1 was gone. I could never meet her again. O gay and gaudy time ! and shall I ever grow too old for thce ? Shall I ever hate thy mirth, and wish thee gone, thou bright land-mark of the year? Oh! thou...
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Elia: Essays which Have Appeared Under that Signature in the London Magazine

Charles Lamb - 1828 - 266 pages
.... All this I saw and heard in a moment, for in a moment I was gone. I could never meet her again. O gay and gaudy time! and shall I ever grow too old for thee? Shall I ever hate thy mirth, and wish thee gone, thou bright land-mark of the year? Oh! thou art not like...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Volume 3

1835 - 430 pages
.... All this I saw and heard in a moment, for in a moment I was gone. I could never meet her again. O gay and gaudy time ! and shall I ever grow too old for thee ? Shall I ever hate thy mirth, and wish thee gone, thou bright land-mark of the year 7 Oh! thou art not like...
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The Republic of Letters: A Weekly Republication of Standard Literature, Volume 3

1835 - 432 pages
.... All this I saw and heard in a moment, for in a moment I was gone. I could never meet her again. O gay and gaudy time ! and shall I ever grow too old for thee ? Shall I ever hate thy mirth, and wish thee gone, thou bright land-mark of the year ? On! thou art not like...
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