Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologueTicknor and Fields, 1858 |
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... true out - of - doors with its genuine hearty phiz ; It is Nature herself , and there's something in that , Since most brains reflect but the crown of a hat . No volume I know to read under a tree , More truly delicious than his A l ...
... true out - of - doors with its genuine hearty phiz ; It is Nature herself , and there's something in that , Since most brains reflect but the crown of a hat . No volume I know to read under a tree , More truly delicious than his A l ...
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... true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows , softens , and thrills with the tenderest charities , - To you mortals that delve in this trade - ridden planet ...
... true soul for field , river , and wood in him ; And his heart , in the midst of brick walls , or where'er it is , Glows , softens , and thrills with the tenderest charities , - To you mortals that delve in this trade - ridden planet ...
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... true lyric bard and all that kind of thing ; And his failures arise , ( though perhaps he don't know it , ) From the very same cause that has made him a poet , - A fervor of mind which knows no separation ' Twixt simple excitement and ...
... true lyric bard and all that kind of thing ; And his failures arise , ( though perhaps he don't know it , ) From the very same cause that has made him a poet , - A fervor of mind which knows no separation ' Twixt simple excitement and ...
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... true to The Voice when such service was hard , Who himself was so free he dared sing for the slave When to look but a protest in silence was brave ; All honor and praise to the women and men Who spoke out for the dumb and the down - 56 ...
... true to The Voice when such service was hard , Who himself was so free he dared sing for the slave When to look but a protest in silence was brave ; All honor and praise to the women and men Who spoke out for the dumb and the down - 56 ...
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... true Who , for sake of the many , dared stand with the few , Not of blood - spattered laurel for enemies braved , But of broad , peaceful oak - leaves for citizens saved ! " Here comes Dana , abstractedly loitering along , Involved in a ...
... true Who , for sake of the many , dared stand with the few , Not of blood - spattered laurel for enemies braved , But of broad , peaceful oak - leaves for citizens saved ! " Here comes Dana , abstractedly loitering along , Involved in a ...
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