American Heritage: An Anthology and Interpretive Survey of Our LiteratureLeon Howard Heath, 1955 - American literature |
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... dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . 40 My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains ...
... dark , and dreary ; It rains , and the wind is never weary ; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall , But at every gust the dead leaves fall , And the day is dark and dreary . 40 My life is cold , and dark , and dreary ; It rains ...
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... dark night ; the river is a very different shape on a pitch - dark night from what it is on a star - light night . All shores seem to be straight lines , then , and mighty dim ones , too ; and you'd run them for straight lines , only ...
... dark night ; the river is a very different shape on a pitch - dark night from what it is on a star - light night . All shores seem to be straight lines , then , and mighty dim ones , too ; and you'd run them for straight lines , only ...
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... dark , to make that mystery of rite and number , and to follow it with a maniacal devotion seemed as inevitable and natural to him as the very act of life , of breath it- self , and he was sometimes bitterly incensed when people stared ...
... dark , to make that mystery of rite and number , and to follow it with a maniacal devotion seemed as inevitable and natural to him as the very act of life , of breath it- self , and he was sometimes bitterly incensed when people stared ...
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The New England Brahmins | 3 |
HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW | 9 |
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES | 29 |
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