The Highways of Literature, Or, What to Read and how to ReadWilliam P. Nimmo, 1912 - 244 psl. |
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... soul on fire ; Milton's , paid for in that curiously small sum , a mere " tip " as it were ; Haw- thorne's early tales , written for three dollars each ; Fitz- Gerald's version of Omar's deathless song , of which the unsalable first ...
... soul on fire ; Milton's , paid for in that curiously small sum , a mere " tip " as it were ; Haw- thorne's early tales , written for three dollars each ; Fitz- Gerald's version of Omar's deathless song , of which the unsalable first ...
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... soul of this world is just " -the writings which his character inspired must survive to delight a very remote posterity . So long as there is honor in the world , as long as truth survives , they too will survive , and find a home at ...
... soul of this world is just " -the writings which his character inspired must survive to delight a very remote posterity . So long as there is honor in the world , as long as truth survives , they too will survive , and find a home at ...
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... the past are to him a complete void . His soul is tied to the present , and to that small spot of the earth's surface on which he moves in his daily rounds . Look now at the accomplished man of letters . He 21 BOOKS IN GENERAL.
... the past are to him a complete void . His soul is tied to the present , and to that small spot of the earth's surface on which he moves in his daily rounds . Look now at the accomplished man of letters . He 21 BOOKS IN GENERAL.
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... soul intent , in a few minutes the objects around him fade from his senses , and his soul is rapt away into distant regions , or into by - gone times . It may be a book descriptive of other lands ; and then he feels himself , perhaps ...
... soul intent , in a few minutes the objects around him fade from his senses , and his soul is rapt away into distant regions , or into by - gone times . It may be a book descriptive of other lands ; and then he feels himself , perhaps ...
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... soul . Do not care although you are taunted with not knowing many books . When old Hobbles was asked why he had not read more : " Read more ! " he exclaimed , " if I had read as many books as other I would have been as ignorant as other ...
... soul . Do not care although you are taunted with not knowing many books . When old Hobbles was asked why he had not read more : " Read more ! " he exclaimed , " if I had read as many books as other I would have been as ignorant as other ...
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