Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologueTicknor and Fields, 1858 |
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... door . With Hakluyt or Pur- chas I wander away to the black northern seas or barbaric Cathay ; get fou with O'Shanter , and sober me then with that builder of brick - kilnish dramas , rare Ben ; snuff Herbert , as holy as a flower on a ...
... door . With Hakluyt or Pur- chas I wander away to the black northern seas or barbaric Cathay ; get fou with O'Shanter , and sober me then with that builder of brick - kilnish dramas , rare Ben ; snuff Herbert , as holy as a flower on a ...
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... door by some ancient Miss Asterisk , And so dull that the men who retailed them out- doors Got the ill name of augurs , because they were bores , ) - First , he mused what the animal substance or herb is Would induce a moustache , for ...
... door by some ancient Miss Asterisk , And so dull that the men who retailed them out- doors Got the ill name of augurs , because they were bores , ) - First , he mused what the animal substance or herb is Would induce a moustache , for ...
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... door of a mental dyspepsy . On a previous stage of existence , our Hero Had ridden outside , with the glass below zero ; He had been , ' tis a fact you may safely rely on , Of a very old stock a most eminent scion , - A stock all fresh ...
... door of a mental dyspepsy . On a previous stage of existence , our Hero Had ridden outside , with the glass below zero ; He had been , ' tis a fact you may safely rely on , Of a very old stock a most eminent scion , - A stock all fresh ...
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... door , and stept forth a poor donkey . Though kicked and abused by his bipedal betters , Yet he filled no mean place in the kingdom of letters ; Far happier than many a literary hack , He bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For ...
... door , and stept forth a poor donkey . Though kicked and abused by his bipedal betters , Yet he filled no mean place in the kingdom of letters ; Far happier than many a literary hack , He bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For ...
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... door of the toes , - That He , I was saying , whose judgments are stored For such as take steps in despite of his word , Should look with delight on the agonized prancing Of a wretch who has not the least ground for his dancing , While ...
... door of the toes , - That He , I was saying , whose judgments are stored For such as take steps in despite of his word , Should look with delight on the agonized prancing Of a wretch who has not the least ground for his dancing , While ...
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