The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... night And joyful light . " " Why is it , dear friend , " writes another to me , " that our people so often leave the delightful task of recog- saying that he is our greatest poet of passion and that there is no easily assignable limit ...
... night And joyful light . " " Why is it , dear friend , " writes another to me , " that our people so often leave the delightful task of recog- saying that he is our greatest poet of passion and that there is no easily assignable limit ...
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... night at our hotel , and so found us . " How piteous - false the poor decree That trade no more than trade must be ! " " Love alone can do " - " To follow Time's dying melodies through And never to lose the old in the new , And ever to ...
... night at our hotel , and so found us . " How piteous - false the poor decree That trade no more than trade must be ! " " Love alone can do " - " To follow Time's dying melodies through And never to lose the old in the new , And ever to ...
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... night Till the sea moaned in despair . They beat their ragged pinions Till black was the heavens ' frown , And they cleft the waves into yawning graves Till the ships in the sea went down . They beat and beat the ribs of the fleet Till ...
... night Till the sea moaned in despair . They beat their ragged pinions Till black was the heavens ' frown , And they cleft the waves into yawning graves Till the ships in the sea went down . They beat and beat the ribs of the fleet Till ...
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... night , I don't know what was in me to make me say it , but I asked leave to keep my lamp burning . I woke exactly at midnight . My door was locked and barred . The bar was a great old - fashioned thing that sisted upon boots " just to ...
... night , I don't know what was in me to make me say it , but I asked leave to keep my lamp burning . I woke exactly at midnight . My door was locked and barred . The bar was a great old - fashioned thing that sisted upon boots " just to ...
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... night after night , for months ; not every night , but once or twice a week . " There's something wrong impending , " I kept saying to myself . " It hasn't occurred , or he wouldn't look so comfortable and so kind ; and neither is it ...
... night after night , for months ; not every night , but once or twice a week . " There's something wrong impending , " I kept saying to myself . " It hasn't occurred , or he wouldn't look so comfortable and so kind ; and neither is it ...
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