The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... rest ; You just catch a glimpse of some ravishing dis- tance , When a jolt puts the whole of it out of existence , —— Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne ...
... rest ; You just catch a glimpse of some ravishing dis- tance , When a jolt puts the whole of it out of existence , —— Why not use their ears , if they happen to have any ? " -Here the laurel - leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne ...
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... rest so , but fire column after column , Signed Cato , or Brutus , or something as solemn , By way of displaying his critical crosses , And tweaking that poor transatlantic proboscis , His broadsides resulting ( and this there's no ...
... rest so , but fire column after column , Signed Cato , or Brutus , or something as solemn , By way of displaying his critical crosses , And tweaking that poor transatlantic proboscis , His broadsides resulting ( and this there's no ...
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... rest . " There comes Emerson first , whose rich words , every one , Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on , Whose prose is grand verse , while his verse , the Lord knows , Is some of it pr - No , ' tis not even prose ; I'm ...
... rest . " There comes Emerson first , whose rich words , every one , Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on , Whose prose is grand verse , while his verse , the Lord knows , Is some of it pr - No , ' tis not even prose ; I'm ...
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... rest on my oars And drift through a trifling digression on bores , For , though not wearing ear - rings in more majorum , Our ears are kept bored just as if we still wore ' em . There was one feudal custom worth keeping , at least ...
... rest on my oars And drift through a trifling digression on bores , For , though not wearing ear - rings in more majorum , Our ears are kept bored just as if we still wore ' em . There was one feudal custom worth keeping , at least ...
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... rest , - At this minute , she'd swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving of fuel ; So I'll just let Apollo go on , for his phiz Shows I've kept him awaiting too long as it is . " " If our friend , there ...
... rest , - At this minute , she'd swop all my verses , ah , cruel ! For the last patent stove that is saving of fuel ; So I'll just let Apollo go on , for his phiz Shows I've kept him awaiting too long as it is . " " If our friend , there ...
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