The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...: Complete in Two Volumes, Том 2Ticknor and Fields, 1863 |
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... round the globe with a puff of his breath for a gale , will visit , in barely ten minutes , all climes , and find Northwestern passages hundreds of times Or , suppose the young Poet fresh stored with de- lights from that Bible of ...
... round the globe with a puff of his breath for a gale , will visit , in barely ten minutes , all climes , and find Northwestern passages hundreds of times Or , suppose the young Poet fresh stored with de- lights from that Bible of ...
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... boots all your grist ? it can never be ground Till a breeze makes the arms of the windmill go round , ( Or , if ' tis a water - mill , alter the metaphor , And say it won't stir , save the wheel be 244 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
... boots all your grist ? it can never be ground Till a breeze makes the arms of the windmill go round , ( Or , if ' tis a water - mill , alter the metaphor , And say it won't stir , save the wheel be 244 A FABLE FOR CRITICS .
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... round it , And , reporting each circumstance just as he found it , Without the least malice , -his record would be Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea , Which , supping on Wordsworth , should print , for our sakes , Recollections of ...
... round it , And , reporting each circumstance just as he found it , Without the least malice , -his record would be Profoundly æsthetic as that of a flea , Which , supping on Wordsworth , should print , for our sakes , Recollections of ...
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Complete in Two Volumes James Russell Lowell. To the grave polar bears sitting round on the ice , All shortening their grace , to be in for a slice ; Or , if he found nobody else there to pother , Why , one of his legs would just trip up ...
Complete in Two Volumes James Russell Lowell. To the grave polar bears sitting round on the ice , All shortening their grace , to be in for a slice ; Or , if he found nobody else there to pother , Why , one of his legs would just trip up ...
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... round every corner , And into each hole where a weasel might pass in , Expecting the knife of some critic assassin , Who stabs to the heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger ...
... round every corner , And into each hole where a weasel might pass in , Expecting the knife of some critic assassin , Who stabs to the heart with a caricature , Not so bad as those daubs of the Sun , to be sure , Yet done with a dagger ...
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