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... writer . the true objects and interests of his art , a From any such corruption this book , right daring exposer of ... writing , in graphic summate ignorance of those in high places touches of character , in the conscious exposi- who ...
... writer . the true objects and interests of his art , a From any such corruption this book , right daring exposer of ... writing , in graphic summate ignorance of those in high places touches of character , in the conscious exposi- who ...
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... writing tudes of fortune , by the wear and tear of an it- reasons sufficiently indicative of the mor- unquiet life ... write his own life . ( Introduc- George Beaumont , " because my mind wanted tion , p . i . ) the discipline of early ...
... writing tudes of fortune , by the wear and tear of an it- reasons sufficiently indicative of the mor- unquiet life ... write his own life . ( Introduc- George Beaumont , " because my mind wanted tion , p . i . ) the discipline of early ...
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... writes again , these , and of his own motives in seeking re - recapitulating the points of his letter . The conciliation , he gives a full account in his same day the Duke replies : Journal . He has headed this account with the ...
... writes again , these , and of his own motives in seeking re - recapitulating the points of his letter . The conciliation , he gives a full account in his same day the Duke replies : Journal . He has headed this account with the ...
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... write some account of Morton Hall ; we have known much in our time of the Mortons , and it will be a shame if they pass away completely from men's memories while we can speak or write . " I was pleased with the notion , I confess ; but ...
... write some account of Morton Hall ; we have known much in our time of the Mortons , and it will be a shame if they pass away completely from men's memories while we can speak or write . " I was pleased with the notion , I confess ; but ...
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... write English , and speak it as well as ourselves ; and that therefore the so called " Americanisms " of Mrs. Stowe are so denominated with no more jus- tice than the peculiarities of the conversation of London shop - boys , or the ...
... write English , and speak it as well as ourselves ; and that therefore the so called " Americanisms " of Mrs. Stowe are so denominated with no more jus- tice than the peculiarities of the conversation of London shop - boys , or the ...
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Side 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Side 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Side 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Side 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Side 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Side 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Side 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Side 146 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Side 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.