Half-hours with the Best American Authors, Volume 2J.B. Lippincott, 1887 - American literature |
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... things that float before my fancy as I turn back to look at myself walking those en- chanted streets , and to wonder if I could ever have been so blest . For there is nothing on the earth , or under 10 [ HOWELLS BEST AMERICAN AUTHORS .
... things that float before my fancy as I turn back to look at myself walking those en- chanted streets , and to wonder if I could ever have been so blest . For there is nothing on the earth , or under 10 [ HOWELLS BEST AMERICAN AUTHORS .
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For there is nothing on the earth , or under it , like Pompeii . . . The plans of nearly all the houses in the city are alike : the entrance - room next the door ; the parlor or drawing- room next that ; then the impluvium , or unroofed ...
For there is nothing on the earth , or under it , like Pompeii . . . The plans of nearly all the houses in the city are alike : the entrance - room next the door ; the parlor or drawing- room next that ; then the impluvium , or unroofed ...
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... earth's immortal life ? Of them that planted and tended and plucked and bore in their bosoms and twined in their hair these fragile children of the summer , what witness in the world ? Only the crouch- ing skeletons under the tables ...
... earth's immortal life ? Of them that planted and tended and plucked and bore in their bosoms and twined in their hair these fragile children of the summer , what witness in the world ? Only the crouch- ing skeletons under the tables ...
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... earth was full of singing birds And opening springtide flowers , When the dainty Baby Bell Came to this world of ours ! Oh , Baby , dainty Baby Bell , How fair she grew from day to day ! What woman - nature filled her eyes , What poetry ...
... earth was full of singing birds And opening springtide flowers , When the dainty Baby Bell Came to this world of ours ! Oh , Baby , dainty Baby Bell , How fair she grew from day to day ! What woman - nature filled her eyes , What poetry ...
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... earth When Baby came from Paradise ) , - For love of Him who smote our lives And woke the chords of joy and pain , We said , Dear Christ ! —our hearts bent down Like violets after rain . And now the orchards , which were white And red ...
... earth When Baby came from Paradise ) , - For love of Him who smote our lives And woke the chords of joy and pain , We said , Dear Christ ! —our hearts bent down Like violets after rain . And now the orchards , which were white And red ...
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