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... not merely with a cool disregard, but downright cavalierly. Now I would not take
back the least thing I then said, though I thereby could butter both sides of my
bread, for I never could see that an author owed aught to the people he solaced,
...
... not merely with a cool disregard, but downright cavalierly. Now I would not take
back the least thing I then said, though I thereby could butter both sides of my
bread, for I never could see that an author owed aught to the people he solaced,
...
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... Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk; And, though 'twas a step into which he
had driven her, He somehow or other had never forgiven her; Her memory he
nursed as a kind of a tonic, Something bitter to chew when he'd play the Byromic,
...
... Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk; And, though 'twas a step into which he
had driven her, He somehow or other had never forgiven her; Her memory he
nursed as a kind of a tonic, Something bitter to chew when he'd play the Byromic,
...
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“O, weep with me, Daphne,” he sighed, “for you know it's A terrible thing to be
pestered with poets! But, alas, she is dumb, and the proverb holds good, She
never will cry till she's out of the wood What wouldn't I give if I never had known of
her ?
“O, weep with me, Daphne,” he sighed, “for you know it's A terrible thing to be
pestered with poets! But, alas, she is dumb, and the proverb holds good, She
never will cry till she's out of the wood What wouldn't I give if I never had known of
her ?
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For him there was no intermediate stage, From babyhood up to straight-laced
middle age ; There were years when he didn't wear coat-tails behind, - But a boy
he could never be rightly defined ; Like the Irish Good Folk, though in length
scarce ...
For him there was no intermediate stage, From babyhood up to straight-laced
middle age ; There were years when he didn't wear coat-tails behind, - But a boy
he could never be rightly defined ; Like the Irish Good Folk, though in length
scarce ...
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Appeared in a gown, and a vest of black satin, To spout such a Gothic oration in
Latin, That Tully could never have made out a word in it, (Though himself was the
model the author preferred in it,) And grasping the parchment which gave him in
...
Appeared in a gown, and a vest of black satin, To spout such a Gothic oration in
Latin, That Tully could never have made out a word in it, (Though himself was the
model the author preferred in it,) And grasping the parchment which gave him in
...
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| Наслов | The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell |
| Аутор | James R. Lowell |
| Издао/ла | 1863 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет у Мичигену |
| Дигитализовано | 17 феб 2006 |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |