American Monthly Knickerbocker, Том 43Charles Fenno Hoffman, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, Timothy Flint, John Holmes Agnew 1854 |
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... beautiful , and toward it the small hand pointed . ' There , ' said he . ' Ay , ' said John , there , little Tom , never to part ; wait for me there , my own little angel - child , and by GoD's help , and for the love of thee , I'll ...
... beautiful , and toward it the small hand pointed . ' There , ' said he . ' Ay , ' said John , there , little Tom , never to part ; wait for me there , my own little angel - child , and by GoD's help , and for the love of thee , I'll ...
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... beautiful , but not less bold and true . All the dim gardens , too , grow luminous . Under the arching dust of olive - boughs , The slant beams roll a - down its flowery ways , Broken and rippled , till the scattered spray Glitters on ...
... beautiful , but not less bold and true . All the dim gardens , too , grow luminous . Under the arching dust of olive - boughs , The slant beams roll a - down its flowery ways , Broken and rippled , till the scattered spray Glitters on ...
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... beautiful , even in death . She was dressed in white , as if for a bridal . Her golden hair , which lay in luxuriant tresses upon her ivory bosom , was decked with a single white japonica ; a smile of passing sweetness still lingered ...
... beautiful , even in death . She was dressed in white , as if for a bridal . Her golden hair , which lay in luxuriant tresses upon her ivory bosom , was decked with a single white japonica ; a smile of passing sweetness still lingered ...
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... beautiful language of Virginia . These were the last words I heard her speak I never saw her more . The next morning , as our ship was fanning with a light breeze out of the harbor , whither an English steamer had preceded us , a note ...
... beautiful language of Virginia . These were the last words I heard her speak I never saw her more . The next morning , as our ship was fanning with a light breeze out of the harbor , whither an English steamer had preceded us , a note ...
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... beautiful and far - famed valley of the Teviot , or Teviotdale . The afternoons were devoted to a more extensive examination of the surrounding country , in company with the ladies in the carriage ; but the mornings were spent most ...
... beautiful and far - famed valley of the Teviot , or Teviotdale . The afternoons were devoted to a more extensive examination of the surrounding country , in company with the ladies in the carriage ; but the mornings were spent most ...
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admiration Anglo-Saxon asked beautiful Besançon BLIMMER Broadway called Carolus character Chaucer child dark dead dear death dinner door earth England English exclaimed eyes face father feel France French revolution FUDGE gentleman give gone grave hand head hear heard heart heaven honor hope horse hour JAMES PIPES John John Biggs JOHN OF GAUNT John the Chaplain kind King KNICKERBOCKER lady land letter light live Longbow look Marcel mind MOHAMMED IV morning mother nature never New-York night o'er once passed Petrarch pipe Pitt poem poet present QUID reader remarked replied Saint NICHOLAS seemed seen smile song soon soul spirit Squire stood sweet tell thee thing thou thought tion told took turned Uncle REUBEN voice walk words young
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