The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... faithful , and that is the grand point , and none but an owl would feel sore at a rub from a jester who tells you , without any subterfuge , that he sits in Diogenes ' tub . A PRELIMINARY NOTE TO THE SECOND EDITION , though it xi.
... faithful , and that is the grand point , and none but an owl would feel sore at a rub from a jester who tells you , without any subterfuge , that he sits in Diogenes ' tub . A PRELIMINARY NOTE TO THE SECOND EDITION , though it xi.
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... feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed care- lessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic , my fire ...
... feel nothing more than a half - comic sorrow , to think that they all will be lying to - morrow tossed care- lessly up on the waste - paper shelves , and forgotten by all but their half - dozen selves . Once snug in my attic , my fire ...
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... so ; meanwhile I have brought you a book , Into which if you'll just have the goodness to look , You may feel so delighted , ( when you have got through it , ) As to think it not unworth your while to review 38 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... so ; meanwhile I have brought you a book , Into which if you'll just have the goodness to look , You may feel so delighted , ( when you have got through it , ) As to think it not unworth your while to review 38 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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... feel an Egyptian devotion to ices . But , deduct all you can , there's enough that's right good in him , He has a true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows ...
... feel an Egyptian devotion to ices . But , deduct all you can , there's enough that's right good in him , He has a true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows ...
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... feel very ill at ease ; The men who have given to one character life And objective existence , are not very rife , You may number them all , both prose - writers and singers , Without overrunning the bounds of your fingers , And Natty ...
... feel very ill at ease ; The men who have given to one character life And objective existence , are not very rife , You may number them all , both prose - writers and singers , Without overrunning the bounds of your fingers , And Natty ...
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