The Lamp, 27 tomasCharles Scribner's Sons, 1904 |
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... piles of sketches reeled from his flip and facile brush ? The situation would be humorous were it not so sad and so very general . How- ever , something must be done , so the FROM A PAINTING BY FRANK VINCENT DU MOND See note.
... piles of sketches reeled from his flip and facile brush ? The situation would be humorous were it not so sad and so very general . How- ever , something must be done , so the FROM A PAINTING BY FRANK VINCENT DU MOND See note.
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... humorous pity always felt for the earnest idiot . However , the fact re- mains . The constructive forms expressive of the living earth , sky , water , or animal movements are hopeless to him who would do only what the conviction of ...
... humorous pity always felt for the earnest idiot . However , the fact re- mains . The constructive forms expressive of the living earth , sky , water , or animal movements are hopeless to him who would do only what the conviction of ...
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... humorous sympathy with his father's attitude . Augens Вор чост 22 осто 1641 post Patrem L11 . * Here is a small drawing of a castle . There is a charming old picture at The Hague of the poet surrounded by his children ; and , among ...
... humorous sympathy with his father's attitude . Augens Вор чост 22 осто 1641 post Patrem L11 . * Here is a small drawing of a castle . There is a charming old picture at The Hague of the poet surrounded by his children ; and , among ...
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... humor of this epistle harmonize several affection- ate and kindly copies of verses written to and for his faithful attendant , Com- mendatore Sterbini . The vivid human- ity of the great Pope who , as borne aloft , his hand raised in ...
... humor of this epistle harmonize several affection- ate and kindly copies of verses written to and for his faithful attendant , Com- mendatore Sterbini . The vivid human- ity of the great Pope who , as borne aloft , his hand raised in ...
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... humorous phases , has had the judgment not to make his Mormons fiends , although crediting them with fiendish work . The pure and spiritual fanaticism of the " Lute of the Holy Ghost " strikes sharply against the shrewd , unprincipled ...
... humorous phases , has had the judgment not to make his Mormons fiends , although crediting them with fiendish work . The pure and spiritual fanaticism of the " Lute of the Holy Ghost " strikes sharply against the shrewd , unprincipled ...
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