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As I ran through the leaves of my poor little book , to take a fond author's first
tremulous look , it was quite an excitement to hunt the errata , sprawled in as
birds ' tracks are in some kinds of strata , ( only these made things crookeder . )
Fancy an ...
As I ran through the leaves of my poor little book , to take a fond author's first
tremulous look , it was quite an excitement to hunt the errata , sprawled in as
birds ' tracks are in some kinds of strata , ( only these made things crookeder . )
Fancy an ...
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--Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . 0 , 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 ...
--Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . 0 , 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 ...
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... choose the hard bed of honor to die on , Whose pedigree traced to earth's
earliest years , Is longer than any thing else but their ears ; In short , he was sent
into life with the wrong key , He unlocked the door , and stept forth a poor donkey
.
... choose the hard bed of honor to die on , Whose pedigree traced to earth's
earliest years , Is longer than any thing else but their ears ; In short , he was sent
into life with the wrong key , He unlocked the door , and stept forth a poor donkey
.
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When he left Alma Mater , he practised his wits In compiling the journals '
historical bits , Of shops broken open , men falling in fits , Great fortunes in
England bequeathed to poor printers , And cold spells , the coldest for many past
winters 28 A ...
When he left Alma Mater , he practised his wits In compiling the journals '
historical bits , Of shops broken open , men falling in fits , Great fortunes in
England bequeathed to poor printers , And cold spells , the coldest for many past
winters 28 A ...
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... of whom thinks himself treated most shabbily , And nurses a - what is it ? -
immedicabile , , Which keeps him at boiling - point , hot for a quarrel , As bitter as
wormwood , and sourer than sorrel , If any poor devil but look at a laurel ; Apollo ,
I ...
... of whom thinks himself treated most shabbily , And nurses a - what is it ? -
immedicabile , , Which keeps him at boiling - point , hot for a quarrel , As bitter as
wormwood , and sourer than sorrel , If any poor devil but look at a laurel ; Apollo ,
I ...
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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 |