The Yale Literary Magazine, Томови 31-32Herrick & Noyes, 1866 |
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... expression of our grief , we wear the usual badge of mourning thirty days . Resolved , That we tender our heart - felt sympathy to his bereaved parents and friends , and that a copy of these resolutions be transmitted to them . GEORGE H ...
... expression of our grief , we wear the usual badge of mourning thirty days . Resolved , That we tender our heart - felt sympathy to his bereaved parents and friends , and that a copy of these resolutions be transmitted to them . GEORGE H ...
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... expressions were truly his own . This gave not only novelty , but interest and vigor to his utterances . Moreover , it gave him dig- nity , stability , and independence . He not only felt conscious of his strength , but imparted the ...
... expressions were truly his own . This gave not only novelty , but interest and vigor to his utterances . Moreover , it gave him dig- nity , stability , and independence . He not only felt conscious of his strength , but imparted the ...
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... expression , which is essentially epic . His account of what he felt on the top of Ktaadh , seems to me to resemble in several particulars , and especially in the im- pression which it leaves on the mind , the invocation with which ...
... expression , which is essentially epic . His account of what he felt on the top of Ktaadh , seems to me to resemble in several particulars , and especially in the im- pression which it leaves on the mind , the invocation with which ...
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... expression , but we are always mindful that it is only nature ; hence we admire , but do not adore . In this fact we discover the total lack of a principle , without which Raphael or Michael Angelo never could have become immortal ...
... expression , but we are always mindful that it is only nature ; hence we admire , but do not adore . In this fact we discover the total lack of a principle , without which Raphael or Michael Angelo never could have become immortal ...
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... expression , that set me dreaming on my stool . I looked at the stout sole he had put to my boots , and thought how many a mile I must walk before those wear through ; how weary my feet will grow so many a time . I looked at the pile ...
... expression , that set me dreaming on my stool . I looked at the stout sole he had put to my boots , and thought how many a mile I must walk before those wear through ; how weary my feet will grow so many a time . I looked at the pile ...
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