Letters to Dead AuthorsC. Scribner's sons, 1886 - 234 страница |
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... human heart was beat- ing ; and ever and again we were allowed to see the features of the man . Thus fiction in your hands was not simply a profession , like another , but a constant reflection of the whole surface of life a repeated ...
... human heart was beat- ing ; and ever and again we were allowed to see the features of the man . Thus fiction in your hands was not simply a profession , like another , but a constant reflection of the whole surface of life a repeated ...
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... human insects , you would have better pleased Mr. Ruskin ; had you confined yourself to such perform- ances , you would have been more dear to the Neo - Balzacian school in fiction . You are accused of never having drawn a good woman ...
... human insects , you would have better pleased Mr. Ruskin ; had you confined yourself to such perform- ances , you would have been more dear to the Neo - Balzacian school in fiction . You are accused of never having drawn a good woman ...
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... human fate and human life , and we turn from your persons to yourself , and again from yourself to your persons , as from the odes of Sophocles or Aristophanes 6 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
... human fate and human life , and we turn from your persons to yourself , and again from yourself to your persons , as from the odes of Sophocles or Aristophanes 6 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
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... human follies from these you derived the splendid high spir- its and unhesitating mirth of your earlier Mr. Squeers , and Sam Weller , and Mrs. Gamp , and all the Pickwick- ians , and Mr. Dowler , and John Browdie -these and their ...
... human follies from these you derived the splendid high spir- its and unhesitating mirth of your earlier Mr. Squeers , and Sam Weller , and Mrs. Gamp , and all the Pickwick- ians , and Mr. Dowler , and John Browdie -these and their ...
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... in its hand that threefold clue through the labyrinth of human fortunes ! Around thee Church and State might fall in ruins , and might be rebuilded , and thy tears would not be bitter , nor thy tri- umph 94 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
... in its hand that threefold clue through the labyrinth of human fortunes ! Around thee Church and State might fall in ruins , and might be rebuilded , and thy tears would not be bitter , nor thy tri- umph 94 LETTERS TO DEAD AUTHORS.
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