The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... Nights , he will turn to a crony and cry , " Jack , let's play that I am a Genius ! " Jacky straight- way makes Aladdin's lamp out of a stone , and , for hours , they enjoy each his own supernatural pow- ers . This is all very pretty ...
... Nights , he will turn to a crony and cry , " Jack , let's play that I am a Genius ! " Jacky straight- way makes Aladdin's lamp out of a stone , and , for hours , they enjoy each his own supernatural pow- ers . This is all very pretty ...
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... they seemed , as he said , when he paid his addresses , Like the day breaking through the long night of her tresses ; So whenever he wished to be quite irresistible , Like a man with eight trumps in his hand at 22 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... they seemed , as he said , when he paid his addresses , Like the day breaking through the long night of her tresses ; So whenever he wished to be quite irresistible , Like a man with eight trumps in his hand at 22 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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... nights with the Bard of the Lakes , Or , borne by an Arab guide , ventured to render a General view of the ruins at Denderah . As I said , he was never precisely unkind , The defect in his brain was just absence of mind ; If he boasted ...
... nights with the Bard of the Lakes , Or , borne by an Arab guide , ventured to render a General view of the ruins at Denderah . As I said , he was never precisely unkind , The defect in his brain was just absence of mind ; If he boasted ...
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... night , - While E. , in a plain , preternatural way , Makes mysteries matters of mere every day ; C. draws all his characters quite à la Fuseli , — He don't sketch their bundles of muscles and thews illy , But he paints with a brush so ...
... night , - While E. , in a plain , preternatural way , Makes mysteries matters of mere every day ; C. draws all his characters quite à la Fuseli , — He don't sketch their bundles of muscles and thews illy , But he paints with a brush so ...
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... room at Plato's , when night comes , to walk to , And people from morning till midnight to talk to , And from midnight till morning , nor snore in their listening ; - So he muses , his face with the joy of A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 45.
... room at Plato's , when night comes , to walk to , And people from morning till midnight to talk to , And from midnight till morning , nor snore in their listening ; - So he muses , his face with the joy of A FABLE FOR CRITICS . 45.
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