The Early Poems of Ralph Waldo EmersonT.Y. Crowell, 1899 - 220 psl. |
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... lectures , and a monthly magazine . Ralph Waldo Emerson was eight at the time of his father's death . The parish voted to continue the salary to the widow for six months longer , to pay her $ 500 a year for seven years , and permitted ...
... lectures , and a monthly magazine . Ralph Waldo Emerson was eight at the time of his father's death . The parish voted to continue the salary to the widow for six months longer , to pay her $ 500 a year for seven years , and permitted ...
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... lectures on history , and his letters are pretty well peppered with original verse . In October , 1817 , he went to Cambridge , having passed a very good examination , and his mother re- joiced because he did not have to be admonished ...
... lectures on history , and his letters are pretty well peppered with original verse . In October , 1817 , he went to Cambridge , having passed a very good examination , and his mother re- joiced because he did not have to be admonished ...
xii psl.
... lectures , and Emerson attended them with profit . He took two Bowdoin prizes for dissertations , and the Boylston prize of $ 30 for declamation . He graduated just above the middle of a class of fifty - nine , and had one of the twenty ...
... lectures , and Emerson attended them with profit . He took two Bowdoin prizes for dissertations , and the Boylston prize of $ 30 for declamation . He graduated just above the middle of a class of fifty - nine , and had one of the twenty ...
xv psl.
... lectures at the Divinity School , and made a show of keeping along with his class . But he afterward declared that if the authorities had examined him on his studies they would not have passed him . They did not examine him , and he was ...
... lectures at the Divinity School , and made a show of keeping along with his class . But he afterward declared that if the authorities had examined him on his studies they would not have passed him . They did not examine him , and he was ...
xx psl.
... lecture at the Sorbonne , he complains , was far less useful to him than a lecture which he should write himself ! 66 He stayed about three weeks in London . He at- tended service at St. Paul's . " Poor church , " is his only comment ...
... lecture at the Sorbonne , he complains , was far less useful to him than a lecture which he should write himself ! 66 He stayed about three weeks in London . He at- tended service at St. Paul's . " Poor church , " is his only comment ...
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