Appletons' Journal, 7 tomasD. Appleton and Company, 1879 |
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... Wordsworth . ............ . Wordsworth , How to popularize EDGAR FAWCETT .FRANCIS H. GRUNDY MARY WAGER FISHER .. MARIE LE BARON . KARL BLIND . 180 371 372 82 21 129 I 85 57 , 259 , 339 162 WALTER BESANT and JAMES RICE .... 38 , 97 , 227 ...
... Wordsworth . ............ . Wordsworth , How to popularize EDGAR FAWCETT .FRANCIS H. GRUNDY MARY WAGER FISHER .. MARIE LE BARON . KARL BLIND . 180 371 372 82 21 129 I 85 57 , 259 , 339 162 WALTER BESANT and JAMES RICE .... 38 , 97 , 227 ...
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... etc. Next scene , Friday , time and circumstances as before , save that the condiment under present consideration is a Welsh rarebit , with mustard , etc. I enter . Hunt to me : " Ha , how are you ? WORDSWORTH . REMINISCENCES . 135.
... etc. Next scene , Friday , time and circumstances as before , save that the condiment under present consideration is a Welsh rarebit , with mustard , etc. I enter . Hunt to me : " Ha , how are you ? WORDSWORTH . REMINISCENCES . 135.
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... Wordsworth's death , when subscrip- tions were being collected to found a memorial of him , that ten years earlier more money could have been raised in Cambridge alone to do honor to Wordsworth than was now raised all through the ...
... Wordsworth's death , when subscrip- tions were being collected to found a memorial of him , that ten years earlier more money could have been raised in Cambridge alone to do honor to Wordsworth than was now raised all through the ...
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... Wordsworth's name . Wordsworth was a homely man , and would certainly never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . And it is quite im- possible for us to esteem ...
... Wordsworth's name . Wordsworth was a homely man , and would certainly never have thought of talking of glory as that which , after all , has the best chance of not being altogether vanity . And it is quite im- possible for us to esteem ...
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... Wordsworth has been in his grave for some thirty years , and certainly his lovers and admirers can not flatter themselves that this great and steady light of glory as yet shines over him . He is not fully recognized at home ; he is not ...
... Wordsworth has been in his grave for some thirty years , and certainly his lovers and admirers can not flatter themselves that this great and steady light of glory as yet shines over him . He is not fully recognized at home ; he is not ...
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