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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... sent them food from her own table , and cared for them when they were sick . When their last son , the eleventh child , was born , on April 3 , 1783 , the parents showed their loyalty by naming him Washington , after the be- loved ...
... sent them food from her own table , and cared for them when they were sick . When their last son , the eleventh child , was born , on April 3 , 1783 , the parents showed their loyalty by naming him Washington , after the be- loved ...
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... for Melrose ; and on the way stopped at the gate of Abbotsford , and sent in my letter of introduction , with a request to know whether it would be agreeable for Mr. Scott to receive a visit · from me in the course of the day . 42.
... for Melrose ; and on the way stopped at the gate of Abbotsford , and sent in my letter of introduction , with a request to know whether it would be agreeable for Mr. Scott to receive a visit · from me in the course of the day . 42.
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... " After the failure of his business , when Irving saw that he must write something at once to meet his ordinary living expenses , he went up to Lon- don and prepared several sketches , which he sent to 44 "RIP VAN WINKLE"
... " After the failure of his business , when Irving saw that he must write something at once to meet his ordinary living expenses , he went up to Lon- don and prepared several sketches , which he sent to 44 "RIP VAN WINKLE"
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... sent to his friend , Henry Brevoort , in New York . Among them was the story of Rip Van Winkle . This , with the other sketches , was printed in hand- some form as the first number of a periodical , which was offered for sale at seventy ...
... sent to his friend , Henry Brevoort , in New York . Among them was the story of Rip Van Winkle . This , with the other sketches , was printed in hand- some form as the first number of a periodical , which was offered for sale at seventy ...
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... . It was Webster's idea , and he took great delight in carrying out his plan . After the notification of his nomination had been sent to Irving , and Webster thought time enough had elapsed for him to receive it , he remarked 67.
... . It was Webster's idea , and he took great delight in carrying out his plan . After the notification of his nomination had been sent to Irving , and Webster thought time enough had elapsed for him to receive it , he remarked 67.
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