Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 107 tomasHenry Mills Alden, Thomas Bucklin Wells, Frederick Lewis Allen, Lee Foster Hartman Harper's Magazine Company, 1903 Important American periodical dating back to 1850. |
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... mother's grave , " said the customer ; " it's her birthday . I guess it's David's , too , Mis ' Stone . " " No , it comes in winter , " said the old woman ; " but I always take him some- thing , if it's only a handful of everlast- ing ...
... mother's grave , " said the customer ; " it's her birthday . I guess it's David's , too , Mis ' Stone . " " No , it comes in winter , " said the old woman ; " but I always take him some- thing , if it's only a handful of everlast- ing ...
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... mother don't carry on the way you do . And , anyhow , Cornelia cared more for Robert than she did for David . " She started as though he had struck her with a stone . " Taking them white flow- ers away won't make me any different ...
... mother don't carry on the way you do . And , anyhow , Cornelia cared more for Robert than she did for David . " She started as though he had struck her with a stone . " Taking them white flow- ers away won't make me any different ...
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... mother of arts Why , indeed , quarrel over religions when all men agree - all men , that is , at the same grade of intellect ? The learned busy themselves classifying reli- gions - there are reviews at Paris and Tübingen - but in the ...
... mother of arts Why , indeed , quarrel over religions when all men agree - all men , that is , at the same grade of intellect ? The learned busy themselves classifying reli- gions - there are reviews at Paris and Tübingen - but in the ...
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... mother drawing us softly to in being gathered to one's fathers . The her breast . very phrase is restful . Dying sounds more active ; it recalls doing , and one is so tired of doing . But to be culled softly , to be sucked up - the very ...
... mother drawing us softly to in being gathered to one's fathers . The her breast . very phrase is restful . Dying sounds more active ; it recalls doing , and one is so tired of doing . But to be culled softly , to be sucked up - the very ...
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... mother . " No ! " answered their grandfather . " No. The children's name is West . There was never anybody of the name of West took what didn't belong to ' em . " " I allers thought they was like their father , " said the mother ...
... mother . " No ! " answered their grandfather . " No. The children's name is West . There was never anybody of the name of West took what didn't belong to ' em . " " I allers thought they was like their father , " said the mother ...
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Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 62 tomas Henry Mills Alden,Frederick Lewis Allen,Lee Foster Hartman,Thomas Bucklin Wells Visos knygos peržiūra - 1881 |
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, 36 tomas Henry Mills Alden,Frederick Lewis Allen,Lee Foster Hartman,Thomas Bucklin Wells Visos knygos peržiūra - 1868 |
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