The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton Mifflin, 1924 - 492 страница The complete works from the 1844 Poems to Heartsease and Rue published in 1888 are critically introduced. |
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... side , and from the windows one may look out on the Charles River winding its way among the marshes . The house itself is one of a group which before the war for independence be- longed to Boston merchants and officers of the crown ...
... side , and from the windows one may look out on the Charles River winding its way among the marshes . The house itself is one of a group which before the war for independence be- longed to Boston merchants and officers of the crown ...
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... side Travels . Not long after he entered on his college duties The Atlantic Monthly was started , and the editorship given to him . For the details of the office he had little aptitude , although he looked keenly after nice points of ...
... side Travels . Not long after he entered on his college duties The Atlantic Monthly was started , and the editorship given to him . For the details of the office he had little aptitude , although he looked keenly after nice points of ...
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... side I roved Through ventures strange , a wondering child , In fantasy a Red Cross Knight Burning for her dear sake to fight . If there be one who can , like her , Make sunshine in life's shady places , One in whose holy bosom stir As ...
... side I roved Through ventures strange , a wondering child , In fantasy a Red Cross Knight Burning for her dear sake to fight . If there be one who can , like her , Make sunshine in life's shady places , One in whose holy bosom stir As ...
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... side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently , Ever waiting there for thee : Look down and see those shapeless forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir ...
... side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently , Ever waiting there for thee : Look down and see those shapeless forms , Which ever keep their dreamless sleep Far down within the gloomy deep , And only stir ...
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... side ; For in her soul there never dwelt a lie . Right from the hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her ...
... side ; For in her soul there never dwelt a lie . Right from the hand of God her spirit came Unstained , and she hath ne'er forgotten whence It came , nor wandered far from thence , But laboreth to keep her still the same , Near to her ...
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