The Writings of James Russell Lowell ...: PoemsPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1892 |
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... to carry , in nautical phrase , a bone in her mouth . Nevertheless , I have chosen , as being more equitable , to prepare some also sufficiently objurgatory , that readers of every taste may find a dish to 2 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
... to carry , in nautical phrase , a bone in her mouth . Nevertheless , I have chosen , as being more equitable , to prepare some also sufficiently objurgatory , that readers of every taste may find a dish to 2 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
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... phrase , is termed shut - eye ) flavor , not wholly un- pleasing , nor unwholesome , to palates cloyed with the sugariness of tamed and cultivated fruit . It may be , also , that some touches of my own , here and there , may have led to ...
... phrase , is termed shut - eye ) flavor , not wholly un- pleasing , nor unwholesome , to palates cloyed with the sugariness of tamed and cultivated fruit . It may be , also , that some touches of my own , here and there , may have led to ...
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... phrase remains long local , but is transplanted in the mail - bags to every remotest corner of the land . Conse- quently our dialect approaches nearer to uniformity than that of any other nation . The English have complained of us for ...
... phrase remains long local , but is transplanted in the mail - bags to every remotest corner of the land . Conse- quently our dialect approaches nearer to uniformity than that of any other nation . The English have complained of us for ...
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... phrase do not pass from page to page , but from man to man , where the brain is kindled and the lips suppled by downright living interests and by passion in its very throe . Language is the soil of thought , and our own especially is a ...
... phrase do not pass from page to page , but from man to man , where the brain is kindled and the lips suppled by downright living interests and by passion in its very throe . Language is the soil of thought , and our own especially is a ...
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... phrase to such thin- ness that it could bear no weight of meaning whatever . Nor is fine writing by any means confined to America . All writers without imagination fall into it of necessity whenever they attempt the figurative . I take ...
... phrase to such thin- ness that it could bear no weight of meaning whatever . Nor is fine writing by any means confined to America . All writers without imagination fall into it of necessity whenever they attempt the figurative . I take ...
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Страница 214 - em slips, Huldy sot pale ez ashes, All kin* o' smily roun' the lips An' teary roun' the lashes. For she was jes' the quiet kind Whose naturs never vary, Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun...
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