Four Famous American Writers: Washington Irving, Edgar Allan Poe, James Russell Lowell, Bayard Taylor; a Book for Young AmericansWerner School Book Company, 1899 - 256 страница |
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... Quaker apart , And reveals the live Man , still supreme and erect , Underneath the bemummying wrappers of sect . Bryant was the oldest of the American poets , and the generation to which Lowell belonged had been taught to look up to him ...
... Quaker apart , And reveals the live Man , still supreme and erect , Underneath the bemummying wrappers of sect . Bryant was the oldest of the American poets , and the generation to which Lowell belonged had been taught to look up to him ...
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... the peculiar speech of the Quakers , and clung to the Quaker principles of peace and order , none of them ever returned to the society . When Bayard was four years old , the family moved 197 CHAPTER HIS BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD PAGE.
... the peculiar speech of the Quakers , and clung to the Quaker principles of peace and order , none of them ever returned to the society . When Bayard was four years old , the family moved 197 CHAPTER HIS BIRTH AND CHILDHOOD PAGE.
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... Quakers . Here the northern elms toss their arms to the southern cypresses , as the poet has it ; the two climates seem to meet and mingle , in a sort of calm , neutral zone , and the vegetation of the North is united with the ...
... Quakers . Here the northern elms toss their arms to the southern cypresses , as the poet has it ; the two climates seem to meet and mingle , in a sort of calm , neutral zone , and the vegetation of the North is united with the ...
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... Quaker teachers thus : " I have never forgotten the days I spent in the little log schoolhouse and the chestnut grove be- hind it , and I have always thought that some of the poetry I then copied from thy manuscript books has kept an ...
... Quaker teachers thus : " I have never forgotten the days I spent in the little log schoolhouse and the chestnut grove be- hind it , and I have always thought that some of the poetry I then copied from thy manuscript books has kept an ...
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... Quakers , and though Bayard's father and mother were not , they had all the Quaker habits . Among other things , he was taught the wickedness of all kinds of swearing . His mother " talked so ear- nestly on this point that his mind ...
... Quakers , and though Bayard's father and mother were not , they had all the Quaker habits . Among other things , he was taught the wickedness of all kinds of swearing . His mother " talked so ear- nestly on this point that his mind ...
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