The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... kind of de- light , is not , in all instances , called on to write . Though there are , it is said , who , their spirits to cheer , slip in a new title - page three times a year , and in this way snuff up an imaginary savor of that ...
... kind of de- light , is not , in all instances , called on to write . Though there are , it is said , who , their spirits to cheer , slip in a new title - page three times a year , and in this way snuff up an imaginary savor of that ...
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... kind , pours her wine and her oil on the smarts of the mind . The waterfall , scattering its vanishing gems ; the tall grove of hemlocks , with moss on their stems , like plashes of sunlight ; the pond in the woods , where no foot but ...
... kind , pours her wine and her oil on the smarts of the mind . The waterfall , scattering its vanishing gems ; the tall grove of hemlocks , with moss on their stems , like plashes of sunlight ; the pond in the woods , where no foot but ...
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... kind of a tonic , Something bitter to chew when he'd play the By- ronic , And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought over , By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought of her . " My case is like Dido's , ” he ...
... kind of a tonic , Something bitter to chew when he'd play the By- ronic , And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought over , By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought of her . " My case is like Dido's , ” he ...
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... kind of relief had I something to groan over ; If I had but some letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce a Byronic philosopher , And bewitch all the flats by bemoaning the loss of her . One needs something ...
... kind of relief had I something to groan over ; If I had but some letters of hers , now , to toss over , I might turn for the nonce a Byronic philosopher , And bewitch all the flats by bemoaning the loss of her . One needs something ...
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... tic , - She set him on two , and he came forth a critic . Through his babyhood no kind of pleasure he took In any amusement but tearing a book ; For him there was no intermediate stage , From babyhood 26 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... tic , - She set him on two , and he came forth a critic . Through his babyhood no kind of pleasure he took In any amusement but tearing a book ; For him there was no intermediate stage , From babyhood 26 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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