The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor , get facts from the Don , or draw out the Lambish quintessence of John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to ...
... bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor , get facts from the Don , or draw out the Lambish quintessence of John , and feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to ...
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... bore . Or , out of my study , the scholar thrown off , nature holds up her shield ' gainst the sneer and the scoff ; the landscape , forever consoling and kind , pours her wine and her oil on the smarts of the mind . The waterfall ...
... bore . Or , out of my study , the scholar thrown off , nature holds up her shield ' gainst the sneer and the scoff ; the landscape , forever consoling and kind , pours her wine and her oil on the smarts of the mind . The waterfall ...
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... bores , ) — First , he mused what the animal substance or herb is Would induce a moustache , for you know he's imberbis ; Then he shuddered to think how his youthful posi- tion Was assailed by the age of his son the physician ; At some ...
... bores , ) — First , he mused what the animal substance or herb is Would induce a moustache , for you know he's imberbis ; Then he shuddered to think how his youthful posi- tion Was assailed by the age of his son the physician ; At some ...
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... bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For it makes a vast difference which side the mill One expends on the paper his labor and skill ; ) So , when his soul waited a new transmigration , And Destiny balanced ' twixt this and that ...
... bore only paper - mill rags on his back ; ( For it makes a vast difference which side the mill One expends on the paper his labor and skill ; ) So , when his soul waited a new transmigration , And Destiny balanced ' twixt this and that ...
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... bore ye With character - painting , I'll turn to my story . Now , Apollo , who finds it convenient some- times To get his court clear of the makers of rhymes , The genus , I think it is called , irritabile , Every one of whom thinks ...
... bore ye With character - painting , I'll turn to my story . Now , Apollo , who finds it convenient some- times To get his court clear of the makers of rhymes , The genus , I think it is called , irritabile , Every one of whom thinks ...
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