A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private Schools |
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I impeach him in the name of the Commons ' House of parliament , whose trust he has betrayed . I impeach him in the name of the English nation , whose ancient honors he has sullied . I impeach him in the name of the people of India ...
I impeach him in the name of the Commons ' House of parliament , whose trust he has betrayed . I impeach him in the name of the English nation , whose ancient honors he has sullied . I impeach him in the name of the people of India ...
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| Title | A First Class Reader: Consisting of Extracts, in Prose and Verse, with Biographical and Critical Notices of the Authors : for the Use of Advanced Classes in Public and Private Schools |
| Author | George Stillman Hillard |
| Publisher | Swan, Brewer and Tileston, 1861 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 4 Apr 2007 |
| Length | 552 pages |
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