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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... began to study law in the office of a certain Henry Masterton . This was in the year 1800. He was admitted to the bar six years later ; but he spent a great deal more of the intervening time in traveling and scribbling than in the study ...
... began to study law in the office of a certain Henry Masterton . This was in the year 1800. He was admitted to the bar six years later ; but he spent a great deal more of the intervening time in traveling and scribbling than in the study ...
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... began to pay him great attention . The husband , a tall , strapping Hercules of an Indian , sat scowling at them with his blanket drawn up to his chin , and his face between his hands , while his elbows rested on his knees . But soon ...
... began to pay him great attention . The husband , a tall , strapping Hercules of an Indian , sat scowling at them with his blanket drawn up to his chin , and his face between his hands , while his elbows rested on his knees . But soon ...
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... began with an ac- count of the supposed author , Mr. Diedrich Knickerbocker . old gentleman , dressed in a rusty black coat , a pair of olive velvet breeches , and a small cocked hat . He had a few gray hairs plaited and clubbed behind ...
... began with an ac- count of the supposed author , Mr. Diedrich Knickerbocker . old gentleman , dressed in a rusty black coat , a pair of olive velvet breeches , and a small cocked hat . He had a few gray hairs plaited and clubbed behind ...
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... began reprinting it , and Irving heard that a publisher intended to bring it out in book form . That made him decide to publish it in England himself , and he did so at his own expense . The publisher soon failed , and by Scott's help ...
... began reprinting it , and Irving heard that a publisher intended to bring it out in book form . That made him decide to publish it in England himself , and he did so at his own expense . The publisher soon failed , and by Scott's help ...
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... began the writing of a book so precisely to his taste that he could not restrain himself until it was finished . This was the " Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada ” — a true history , but one which reads more like a romance of the ...
... began the writing of a book so precisely to his taste that he could not restrain himself until it was finished . This was the " Chronicle of the Conquest of Granada ” — a true history , but one which reads more like a romance of the ...
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Страница 104 - Of many far wiser than we ; And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE. And so, all the night-tide I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding...
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