The Symposium: A Monthly Literary Magazine. V. 1, No. 1-3; Oct.-Dec. 1896J. W. Cable, 1896 - 136 psl. |
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... Symposium NO . 41 CENTER STREET , Monthly Literary Magazine Edited and Published by George W. Cable . NORTHAMPTON , MASSACHUSETTS . Copyright , 1896 , by GEORGE W. CABLE . All rights reserved . P761.1 : VOL . I. NO . 1 . THE SYMPOSIUM.
... Symposium NO . 41 CENTER STREET , Monthly Literary Magazine Edited and Published by George W. Cable . NORTHAMPTON , MASSACHUSETTS . Copyright , 1896 , by GEORGE W. CABLE . All rights reserved . P761.1 : VOL . I. NO . 1 . THE SYMPOSIUM.
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... Street ( p . 7 ) -Dice's Head , Winona Cliff ( p . 8 ) - Dungeon at Fort George ( p . 9 ) . THE GENIUS OF SIDNEY LANIER , MARY E. BURT With two illustrations from photographs - Sidney Lanier , 1874 ( p . 11 ) -House where Lanier Died ...
... Street ( p . 7 ) -Dice's Head , Winona Cliff ( p . 8 ) - Dungeon at Fort George ( p . 9 ) . THE GENIUS OF SIDNEY LANIER , MARY E. BURT With two illustrations from photographs - Sidney Lanier , 1874 ( p . 11 ) -House where Lanier Died ...
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... street but I guess I can go that way . " So quite away from West 65th street we walked together , By the time we reached a certain arbor cov- ered with wistaria we were established friends . The vine.
... street but I guess I can go that way . " So quite away from West 65th street we walked together , By the time we reached a certain arbor cov- ered with wistaria we were established friends . The vine.
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... street now ; aw , you come on this way , can't you ? " Perhaps it was as a reward for my change of plan that he said , " I know an awful nice place where nobody goes ! That was always my idea exactly of a nice place in the park , though ...
... street now ; aw , you come on this way , can't you ? " Perhaps it was as a reward for my change of plan that he said , " I know an awful nice place where nobody goes ! That was always my idea exactly of a nice place in the park , though ...
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... STREET . THE GENIUS OF SIDNEY LANIER. I. CASTINE , MAINE . DUNGEON AT FORT GEORGE . " I get mad at myself sometimes , " he broke forth after a silence . " I get mad at the other boys ; I try to be a better boy than I can be ! " Do you ...
... STREET . THE GENIUS OF SIDNEY LANIER. I. CASTINE , MAINE . DUNGEON AT FORT GEORGE . " I get mad at myself sometimes , " he broke forth after a silence . " I get mad at the other boys ; I try to be a better boy than I can be ! " Do you ...
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