The Dickensian, 14 tomasBertram Waldrom Matz Dickens Fellowship, 1918 |
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... turn from him as determinedly as George Gissing believed was the case with the women of his day , unless that saving grace of humour which , thank God , despite George Gissing , is not the sole prerogative of the masculine mental ...
... turn from him as determinedly as George Gissing believed was the case with the women of his day , unless that saving grace of humour which , thank God , despite George Gissing , is not the sole prerogative of the masculine mental ...
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... turn my head , I see it in its beautiful serenity beside me . My lamp burns low , but the presence without which I were nothing bears me company . Oh ! Agnes ! Oh ! My soul , so may thy face be by me when I close my life in death , so ...
... turn my head , I see it in its beautiful serenity beside me . My lamp burns low , but the presence without which I were nothing bears me company . Oh ! Agnes ! Oh ! My soul , so may thy face be by me when I close my life in death , so ...
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... and new anger against the gross and stupid wrongs , social and legal , from which they suffered . " -Lord Morley , in his " Recollections . " TWO VIEWS OF DICKENS By WILLOUGHBY MATCHETT I WAS turning 20 THE DICKENSIAN.
... and new anger against the gross and stupid wrongs , social and legal , from which they suffered . " -Lord Morley , in his " Recollections . " TWO VIEWS OF DICKENS By WILLOUGHBY MATCHETT I WAS turning 20 THE DICKENSIAN.
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Bertram Waldrom Matz. TWO VIEWS OF DICKENS By WILLOUGHBY MATCHETT I WAS turning out a number of old letters the other day , written by George Dawson of Birmingham to a very near relative of mine , and that put me in mind of some ...
Bertram Waldrom Matz. TWO VIEWS OF DICKENS By WILLOUGHBY MATCHETT I WAS turning out a number of old letters the other day , written by George Dawson of Birmingham to a very near relative of mine , and that put me in mind of some ...
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... turns me to an Utopian feeling . I seem to behold in our midst the spiritual form of Dickens , looking above all the ... turn ; how the inner man which he tried to reveal in the Victorian era is slowly , but none the less surely , coming ...
... turns me to an Utopian feeling . I seem to behold in our midst the spiritual form of Dickens , looking above all the ... turn ; how the inner man which he tried to reveal in the Victorian era is slowly , but none the less surely , coming ...
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92 psl. - Under the porch, where she had sat when Heaven in its mercy brought her to that peaceful spot, she passed again ; and the old church received her in its quiet shade. They carried her to one old nook, where she had many and many a time sat musing, and laid their burden softly on the pavement. The light streamed on it through the coloured window — a window, where the boughs of trees were ever rustling in the summer, and where the birds sang sweetly all day long. With every breath of air that stirred...
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