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... thought of ; but then came up those pictured stories of Titus Livius , which he could never read without crying , though he had read them a hundred times . -Lucretia sending for her husband and her father , each to bring one friend with ...
... thought of ; but then came up those pictured stories of Titus Livius , which he could never read without crying , though he had read them a hundred times . -Lucretia sending for her husband and her father , each to bring one friend with ...
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... thought there was a fair chance she would take after her father . A very forlorn - looking person , dressed in black , with a white neck- cloth , sent her a memoir of a child who died at the age of two years and eleven months , after ...
... thought there was a fair chance she would take after her father . A very forlorn - looking person , dressed in black , with a white neck- cloth , sent her a memoir of a child who died at the age of two years and eleven months , after ...
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... thought it was a trap none of them could get out of . In truth , they all felt a little awkwardly . Nobody wanted to be first to venture down - stairs . At last Mr. Silas Peckham thought it was time to make a move for the parlor , and ...
... thought it was a trap none of them could get out of . In truth , they all felt a little awkwardly . Nobody wanted to be first to venture down - stairs . At last Mr. Silas Peckham thought it was time to make a move for the parlor , and ...
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... thought a little ice would cool her down very nicely . " It's jest like eatin ' snowballs . You don't look very rugged ; and I should be dreadful afeard , if I was you " . " Carrie , " said old Dr. Kittredge , who had overheard this ...
... thought a little ice would cool her down very nicely . " It's jest like eatin ' snowballs . You don't look very rugged ; and I should be dreadful afeard , if I was you " . " Carrie , " said old Dr. Kittredge , who had overheard this ...
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... thought like an earthquake . His peculiarities of style and of thinking became fertile parents of mannerisms , which were fair game for ridicule as they appeared in his VOL . VII . - 3 imitators . For one who talks like Emerson or like ...
... thought like an earthquake . His peculiarities of style and of thinking became fertile parents of mannerisms , which were fair game for ridicule as they appeared in his VOL . VII . - 3 imitators . For one who talks like Emerson or like ...
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Стр. 430 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Стр. 30 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Стр. 544 - The muffled drum's sad roll has beat The soldier's last tattoo; No more on life's parade shall meet That brave and fallen few. On Fame's eternal camping ground Their silent tents are spread, And glory guards, with solemn round, The bivouac of the dead.
Стр. 30 - Thanks for the heavenly message brought by thee, Child of the wandering sea, Cast from her lap forlorn! From thy dead lips a clearer note is born Than ever Triton blew from wreathed horn! While on mine ear it rings, Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Стр. 506 - ... wreaths— for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You've fallen cold and dead.
Стр. 499 - I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Стр. 529 - A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back.
Стр. 498 - A child said What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands; How could I answer the child? I do not know what it is any more than he. I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.
Стр. 502 - Once Paumanok, When the lilac-scent was in the air and Fifth-month grass was growing, Up this seashore in some briers, Two feather'd guests from Alabama, two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs spotted with brown...
Стр. 417 - An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, An' on her apples kep' to work, Parin