The Highways of Literature, Or, What to Read and how to ReadWilliam P. Nimmo, 1912 - 244 psl. |
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... force of conservation , potent , irresistible and infallible — the central heart of cultured mankind . In great books we have what is best in the great minds from which they came . of a great deed is never wholly spent . The force The ...
... force of conservation , potent , irresistible and infallible — the central heart of cultured mankind . In great books we have what is best in the great minds from which they came . of a great deed is never wholly spent . The force The ...
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... force in war , was unknown . Slight was the interest of the common mind in that vast and voiceless empire spread over two continents , until Tolstoy pictured in moving story the burdens and sor- rows of its life . Tolstoy gave to Russia ...
... force in war , was unknown . Slight was the interest of the common mind in that vast and voiceless empire spread over two continents , until Tolstoy pictured in moving story the burdens and sor- rows of its life . Tolstoy gave to Russia ...
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... forces in human activ- ity work for beneficent ends , that , as an eminent countryman of his afterward said , " the great soul of this world is just " -the writings which his character inspired must survive to delight a very remote ...
... forces in human activ- ity work for beneficent ends , that , as an eminent countryman of his afterward said , " the great soul of this world is just " -the writings which his character inspired must survive to delight a very remote ...
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... forces of Nature , are wonderful ; but as far as our knowledge goes , man is the noblest work of God . " " What a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and moving , how ex- press and admirable ...
... forces of Nature , are wonderful ; but as far as our knowledge goes , man is the noblest work of God . " " What a piece of work is man ! How noble in reason ! how infinite in faculty ! in form and moving , how ex- press and admirable ...
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... force could put them down . The British Parliament with all its boasted power could not suppress Harry Foker . The Russian army with its countless battalions could not rout that veteran campaigner , Captain Costigan . And we hold that ...
... force could put them down . The British Parliament with all its boasted power could not suppress Harry Foker . The Russian army with its countless battalions could not rout that veteran campaigner , Captain Costigan . And we hold that ...
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