A Manual of American Literature: Designed for the Use of Schools of Advanced GradesCowperthwait, 1872 - 364 страница |
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... hold good whether we take into account the interesting tone of the works and their artistic excellence , or the authentic and scientific character of the information afforded . No people have traveled more extensively , or with a more ...
... hold good whether we take into account the interesting tone of the works and their artistic excellence , or the authentic and scientific character of the information afforded . No people have traveled more extensively , or with a more ...
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... pattern for housewives , Show yourself equally worthy of being the model of husbands . Hold this skein on your hands , while I wind it , ready for knitting ; Then who knows but hereafter , when fashions have changed LONGFELLOW . 47.
... pattern for housewives , Show yourself equally worthy of being the model of husbands . Hold this skein on your hands , while I wind it , ready for knitting ; Then who knows but hereafter , when fashions have changed LONGFELLOW . 47.
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... holds Communion with her visible forms , she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy ...
... holds Communion with her visible forms , she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness , and a smile And eloquence of beauty , and she glides Into his darker musings with a mild And healing sympathy ...
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... hold Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These winding aisles , of human pomp or pride Report not . No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works . But thou art here — thou fill'st ...
... hold Communion with his Maker . These dim vaults , These winding aisles , of human pomp or pride Report not . No fantastic carvings show The boast of our vain race to change the form Of thy fair works . But thou art here — thou fill'st ...
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... holds up Her circlet of green berries . In and out The chirping sparrow , in her coat of brown , Steals silently , lest I should mark her nest . Not such thou wert of yore , ere yet the axe Had smitten the old woods . Then hoary trunks ...
... holds up Her circlet of green berries . In and out The chirping sparrow , in her coat of brown , Steals silently , lest I should mark her nest . Not such thou wert of yore , ere yet the axe Had smitten the old woods . Then hoary trunks ...
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