Harvard Magazine, 1 tomasJ. Bartlett, 1855 |
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... eyes that coquettishly peep at you from behind half - opened window- blinds ! Pardon me , merchants and brokers , grocers and tailors , who , to escape the frying - pan of the jury - box , gallantly face the fire of blank cartridges ...
... eyes that coquettishly peep at you from behind half - opened window- blinds ! Pardon me , merchants and brokers , grocers and tailors , who , to escape the frying - pan of the jury - box , gallantly face the fire of blank cartridges ...
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... eyes might not be readily discovered ? Who , in fine , ever heard of any congress , parliament , diet , or other deliberative assembly , in which the members did not spend a good part of their time in shouting and fighting ? Wise ...
... eyes might not be readily discovered ? Who , in fine , ever heard of any congress , parliament , diet , or other deliberative assembly , in which the members did not spend a good part of their time in shouting and fighting ? Wise ...
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... eyes thy tears find place To feel the weight of thy despair . - " Where are my friends ? " the pale face says ; " And O my God ! where art thou , — where ? - " Did that good seed I strove to sow In such unthankful furrows fall ? Hast ...
... eyes thy tears find place To feel the weight of thy despair . - " Where are my friends ? " the pale face says ; " And O my God ! where art thou , — where ? - " Did that good seed I strove to sow In such unthankful furrows fall ? Hast ...
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... eyes , which is far from prepossessing . To be sure , an air of earnestness , nay , even of sternness , is almost unavoidable in photographic like- nesses , both from the strong will which it is necessary for most peo- ple to exert to ...
... eyes , which is far from prepossessing . To be sure , an air of earnestness , nay , even of sternness , is almost unavoidable in photographic like- nesses , both from the strong will which it is necessary for most peo- ple to exert to ...
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... eyes , as the beams from the fire - light came out through the windows to me shivering there on the door - step . " The blue chamber , Simon Jenkins , " said my uncle ; and up stairs I sprang to deposit my va- lise , and rebeautify such ...
... eyes , as the beams from the fire - light came out through the windows to me shivering there on the door - step . " The blue chamber , Simon Jenkins , " said my uncle ; and up stairs I sprang to deposit my va- lise , and rebeautify such ...
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