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... ten thousand bards in the nation , of that special variety whom the Review and Magazine critics call lofty and true , and about thirty thousand ( this tribe is increasing ) of the kinds who are termed full of promise and pleasing .
... ten thousand bards in the nation , of that special variety whom the Review and Magazine critics call lofty and true , and about thirty thousand ( this tribe is increasing ) of the kinds who are termed full of promise and pleasing .
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Each , in piling his epithets , smiles in his sleeve to see what his friend can be made to believe ; each , in reading the other's un- biased review , thinks - Here's pretty high praise , but no more than is true .
Each , in piling his epithets , smiles in his sleeve to see what his friend can be made to believe ; each , in reading the other's un- biased review , thinks - Here's pretty high praise , but no more than is true .
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Look well to your seat , ' tis like taking an airing On a corduroy road , and that out of repairing ; It leads one , ' tis true , through the primitive forest , Grand natural features - but , then , one has no rest ; You just catch a ...
Look well to your seat , ' tis like taking an airing On a corduroy road , and that out of repairing ; It leads one , ' tis true , through the primitive forest , Grand natural features - but , then , one has no rest ; You just catch a ...
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... Who , as every true orthodox Christian well knows , Approaches the heart through the 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 ...
... Who , as every true orthodox Christian well knows , Approaches the heart through the 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 ...
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He offers the true faith to drink in a sieve , - When it reaches your lips there's naught left to believe But a few silly- ( syllo- , I mean , ) -gisms that squat ' em Like tadpoles , o'erjoyed with the mud at the bot- tom .
He offers the true faith to drink in a sieve , - When it reaches your lips there's naught left to believe But a few silly- ( syllo- , I mean , ) -gisms that squat ' em Like tadpoles , o'erjoyed with the mud at the bot- tom .
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| Наслов | Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologue Том 2 књиге The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell: Complete in Two Volumes, James Russell Lowell |
| Аутор | James Russell Lowell |
| Издавач | Ticknor and Fields, 1858 |
| Оригинал из | Јавна библиотека града Њујорка |
| Дигитализовано | 21 мај 2007 |
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