The American Monthly Magazine, 1 tomasPeirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... language ! And then , if your ear is delicate , you have minded how all these sounds grew softer and sweeter as the exhalations of dew floated up , and the vibrations loosened in the thin air . You should go out some morning in June ...
... language ! And then , if your ear is delicate , you have minded how all these sounds grew softer and sweeter as the exhalations of dew floated up , and the vibrations loosened in the thin air . You should go out some morning in June ...
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... language , I never heard from the lips of a woman ! My dream was over . It was always a wonder to me , that the voice is so neglected in a fashionable education . There is a power in it over men , greater even than manner , for it is ...
... language , I never heard from the lips of a woman ! My dream was over . It was always a wonder to me , that the voice is so neglected in a fashionable education . There is a power in it over men , greater even than manner , for it is ...
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... language , the early authors who maintain their reputation , are , with very few exceptions , poets . Not because prose composition is unknown or undervalued , but because those circumstances , which peculiarly favor the fiery spirit of ...
... language , the early authors who maintain their reputation , are , with very few exceptions , poets . Not because prose composition is unknown or undervalued , but because those circumstances , which peculiarly favor the fiery spirit of ...
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... language , and familiar to our own memory . We can bring them in imagination to our firesides , and link them with common associations , and feel that they have natures like our own , save a higher tendency and a happier direction ; and ...
... language , and familiar to our own memory . We can bring them in imagination to our firesides , and link them with common associations , and feel that they have natures like our own , save a higher tendency and a happier direction ; and ...
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... language , but who shall say what gave the color to his distempered fancy ? We know that he had friends - many and ardent ones ; that he was respected and beloved by those from whom it was an honor ; that he was not the victim of vice ...
... language , but who shall say what gave the color to his distempered fancy ? We know that he had friends - many and ardent ones ; that he was respected and beloved by those from whom it was an honor ; that he was not the victim of vice ...
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