The poetical works of James R. Lowell, Том 2Ticknor and Fields., 1858 |
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... leave the whole pack of them outside the door . With Hakluyt or Pur- chas I wander away to the black northern seas or barbaric Cathay ; get fou with O'Shanter , and sober me then with that builder of brick - kilnish dramas , rare Ben ...
... leave the whole pack of them outside the door . With Hakluyt or Pur- chas I wander away to the black northern seas or barbaric Cathay ; get fou with O'Shanter , and sober me then with that builder of brick - kilnish dramas , rare Ben ...
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... leave me no wish to say aught to you all , my poor critics , but— pish ! I have buried the hatchet ; I am twisting ... leaves of my poor little book , to take a fond author's first tremulous look , it was quite an excitement to hunt the ...
... leave me no wish to say aught to you all , my poor critics , but— pish ! I have buried the hatchet ; I am twisting ... leaves of my poor little book , to take a fond author's first tremulous look , it was quite an excitement to hunt the ...
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... leaves ; Those charms beyond speech , so enchanting but now , As they left me forever , each making its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more than was right , Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite . " Now , Daphne ...
... leaves ; Those charms beyond speech , so enchanting but now , As they left me forever , each making its bough ! If her tongue had a tang sometimes more than was right , Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite . " Now , Daphne ...
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... leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . " O , weep with me , Daphne , " he sighed , " for you know it's A terrible thing to be pestered with poets ! But , alas , she is dumb , and the proverb holds good , She never will cry till she's ...
... leaves murmured the name of poor Daphne . " O , weep with me , Daphne , " he sighed , " for you know it's A terrible thing to be pestered with poets ! But , alas , she is dumb , and the proverb holds good , She never will cry till she's ...
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... leaves conscience behind , ) And leaped the low fence , as a party hack jumps O'er his principles , when something else turns up trumps . He was gone a long time , and Apollo mean- while , Went over some sonnets of his with a file , For ...
... leaves conscience behind , ) And leaped the low fence , as a party hack jumps O'er his principles , when something else turns up trumps . He was gone a long time , and Apollo mean- while , Went over some sonnets of his with a file , For ...
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