The Literary World, 7 tomasS.R. Crocker, 1877 |
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... Mother and Daughter , Verne's ( J. ) Michael Strogoff , Village School ,. Henderson's ( M. F. ) Cooking and Dinner- Giving , Hepworth's ( G. H. ) Starboard and Port , Heritage of Langdale , Alexander , Higginson's ( T. W. ) American ...
... Mother and Daughter , Verne's ( J. ) Michael Strogoff , Village School ,. Henderson's ( M. F. ) Cooking and Dinner- Giving , Hepworth's ( G. H. ) Starboard and Port , Heritage of Langdale , Alexander , Higginson's ( T. W. ) American ...
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... mother - in - law . The latter , dying , leaves the widow only a few personal trifles and the fag - end of a lease of a London house . The widow is lovely in person , and brilliant , in a certain sense , in mind . Her first adorer is ...
... mother - in - law . The latter , dying , leaves the widow only a few personal trifles and the fag - end of a lease of a London house . The widow is lovely in person , and brilliant , in a certain sense , in mind . Her first adorer is ...
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... mother and sister , who had opposed the match , contrive to break it off . Ludwig goes to America , and a stout maiden is sent thither by the conspirators to ensnare him , which she does . Mr. and Mrs. Vassar , Christine's Ameri- can ...
... mother and sister , who had opposed the match , contrive to break it off . Ludwig goes to America , and a stout maiden is sent thither by the conspirators to ensnare him , which she does . Mr. and Mrs. Vassar , Christine's Ameri- can ...
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... mother ] to console him never yet killed himself , and will not now . " Mrs. Thrale worked like a Trojan to help her husband , and in nine years a debt of £ 130,000 resting on the business was paid off . " Who will be my biographer ...
... mother ] to console him never yet killed himself , and will not now . " Mrs. Thrale worked like a Trojan to help her husband , and in nine years a debt of £ 130,000 resting on the business was paid off . " Who will be my biographer ...
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... mother , " A minister I will not be . " While at Raymond , he writes to his sister : " I have almost given up writing poetry . . I do find this place most dismal , and have taken to chewing tobacco with all my might , which , I think ...
... mother , " A minister I will not be . " While at Raymond , he writes to his sister : " I have almost given up writing poetry . . I do find this place most dismal , and have taken to chewing tobacco with all my might , which , I think ...
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149 psl. - I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it." I am loath to close. We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battlefield and patriot grave to every living heart and hearthstone all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
149 psl. - In your hands, my dissatisfied fellow-countrymen, and not in mine, is the momentous issue of civil war. The government will not assail you. You can have no conflict without being yourselves the aggressors. You have no oath registered in heaven to destroy the government, while I shall have the most solemn one to "preserve, protect, and defend it.
149 psl. - If there be an object to hurry any of you in hot haste to a step which you would never take deliberately, that object will be frustrated by taking time; but no good object can be frustrated by it. Such of you as are now dissatisfied, still have the old Constitution unimpaired...
136 psl. - For this is the Great Story of the North, which should be to all 'our race what the Tale of Troy was to the Greeks to all our race first, and afterwards, when the change of the world has made our race nothing more than a name of what has been a story too then should it be to those that come after us no less than the Tale of Troy has been to us.
149 psl. - MY FRIENDS : No one not in my position can appreciate the sadness I feel at this parting. To this people I owe all that I am. Here I have lived more than a quarter of a century; here my children were born, and here one of them lies buried. I know not how soon I shall see you again.
149 psl. - I have lived more than a quarter of a century, here my children were born, and here one of them lies buried. I know not how soon I shall see you again. A duty devolves upon me which is, perhaps, greater than that which has devolved upon any other man since the days of Washington.
42 psl. - ... There is no death! The dust we tread Shall change beneath the summer showers To golden grain or mellow fruit Or rainbow-tinted flowers.
55 psl. - That it should come to this: But two months dead, nay, not so much, not two, So excellent a king, that was to this Hyperion to a satyr, so loving to my mother That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
135 psl. - It was so calm, and so solitary, it did one good as one gazed around; and the pure mountain air was most refreshing. All seemed to breathe freedom and peace, and to make one forget the world and its sad turmoils.
21 psl. - There is no death ! What seems so is transition : This life of mortal breath Is but a suburb of the life elysian, Whose portal we call Death.