Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 5William Blackwood, 1819 - England |
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... faintest effluvia of a fault - comes next to be described ; and next again comes the mouth , particularly the tongue : A tongue which lies " Many a rood , in bulk as huge " As whom the Fables name of monstrous size , " Titanian .
... faintest effluvia of a fault - comes next to be described ; and next again comes the mouth , particularly the tongue : A tongue which lies " Many a rood , in bulk as huge " As whom the Fables name of monstrous size , " Titanian .
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