Walter Savage Landor: A Biography, 2 tomasFields, Osgood, & Company, 1869 - 693 psl. |
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... kind of countenance that creature had who imitated nobody , and whom nobody imitated ; the man who walked through the crowd of poets and prose - men and never was touched by any one's skirts ; who walked up to the ancients and talked ...
... kind of countenance that creature had who imitated nobody , and whom nobody imitated ; the man who walked through the crowd of poets and prose - men and never was touched by any one's skirts ; who walked up to the ancients and talked ...
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... kind friends who received me there with such cordiality . Your father was as fond of me as if I had been his son ; and never did I shed so many tears for the loss of any man . " In one of his letters of 1830 , from Florence , he prays ...
... kind friends who received me there with such cordiality . Your father was as fond of me as if I had been his son ; and never did I shed so many tears for the loss of any man . " In one of his letters of 1830 , from Florence , he prays ...
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... kind to haunt the memory . " In every hour , in every mood , O lady , it is sweet and good To bathe the soul in prayer ; And , at the close of such a day , When we have ceased to bless and pray , To dream on thy long hair . " V. AT ...
... kind to haunt the memory . " In every hour , in every mood , O lady , it is sweet and good To bathe the soul in prayer ; And , at the close of such a day , When we have ceased to bless and pray , To dream on thy long hair . " V. AT ...
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... kind , and of a nature large and generous to excess ; but of a temper so uncontrollably im- petuous , and so prone to act from undisciplined impulse , that I have been less startled upon a closer knowledge to find it said by others ...
... kind , and of a nature large and generous to excess ; but of a temper so uncontrollably im- petuous , and so prone to act from undisciplined impulse , that I have been less startled upon a closer knowledge to find it said by others ...
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... kind , however much severer , in order to save pain to his family , not himself , that Doc- tor Chapman wrote to his father . But the return home failed to bring about the proper understanding ; the Birch letter itself too abundantly ...
... kind , however much severer , in order to save pain to his family , not himself , that Doc- tor Chapman wrote to his father . But the return home failed to bring about the proper understanding ; the Birch letter itself too abundantly ...
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