The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... rose straight up out of the chair as if tempted to leave me , a picture of majestic amazement , and there we stood , I do believe , ten mortal minutes , looking each other full in the face . But then he took on a compassionat- ing look ...
... rose straight up out of the chair as if tempted to leave me , a picture of majestic amazement , and there we stood , I do believe , ten mortal minutes , looking each other full in the face . But then he took on a compassionat- ing look ...
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... rose so red Doth rest its blushing head ! The hands that made thee so Are dust , and none may know Who wrought thee , long ago . But at the final Day , Some angel - voice may say , " Ye singers great , make way . " And through that ...
... rose so red Doth rest its blushing head ! The hands that made thee so Are dust , and none may know Who wrought thee , long ago . But at the final Day , Some angel - voice may say , " Ye singers great , make way . " And through that ...
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... rose behind ; but is it likely she would smile forever for de- light of those things ? I have been talking with Margretta . She has a lover - she too . She has a lover and his name is Stoddard . He has told her she is the only love of ...
... rose behind ; but is it likely she would smile forever for de- light of those things ? I have been talking with Margretta . She has a lover - she too . She has a lover and his name is Stoddard . He has told her she is the only love of ...
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... rose in Europe over the field of a bloody battle and influenced the fortunes and history of the nations who had fought there . Would that be bad art ? I said I thought not ; that where a fiction and a fact , geographically or otherwise ...
... rose in Europe over the field of a bloody battle and influenced the fortunes and history of the nations who had fought there . Would that be bad art ? I said I thought not ; that where a fiction and a fact , geographically or otherwise ...
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... rose , drenched at the same moment with rain and sun- light . This , I repeat , was the eleventh day after the other one , whose best mo- ment came at sunrise . For the record of that one's eleven later hours , or of this one's eleven ...
... rose , drenched at the same moment with rain and sun- light . This , I repeat , was the eleventh day after the other one , whose best mo- ment came at sunrise . For the record of that one's eleven later hours , or of this one's eleven ...
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