Appletons' Journal, 7 tomasD. Appleton and Company, 1879 |
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... beauty , and was the wife of Mr. John Gliddon , whose sister was Thornton's wife . I was much grieved to hear of the death of Mrs. Thornton Hunt recently . Mild , kind , gen- tle , good , let me say so much to her memory . My especial ...
... beauty , and was the wife of Mr. John Gliddon , whose sister was Thornton's wife . I was much grieved to hear of the death of Mrs. Thornton Hunt recently . Mild , kind , gen- tle , good , let me say so much to her memory . My especial ...
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... beauty and poetic truth . If it is said that to call kind . Poetry of this latter sort counts , too , some- these ideas moral ideas is to introduce a strong times by its biographical interest partly , not by and injurious limitation , I ...
... beauty and poetic truth . If it is said that to call kind . Poetry of this latter sort counts , too , some- these ideas moral ideas is to introduce a strong times by its biographical interest partly , not by and injurious limitation , I ...
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... beauty as a play of fancy , has itself not the character of poetic truth of the best kind ; it has no real solidity . The instinct of delight in Nature and her beauty had no doubt extraordi- nary strength in Wordsworth himself as a ...
... beauty as a play of fancy , has itself not the character of poetic truth of the best kind ; it has no real solidity . The instinct of delight in Nature and her beauty had no doubt extraordi- nary strength in Wordsworth himself as a ...
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... beauty about her barrens , a soft loveli- ness in her lakes and forest glades in summer , a gorgeousness of color in her autumn woods , and a stern , sad stateliness when winter has draped them all with snow , that can not be surpassed ...
... beauty about her barrens , a soft loveli- ness in her lakes and forest glades in summer , a gorgeousness of color in her autumn woods , and a stern , sad stateliness when winter has draped them all with snow , that can not be surpassed ...
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... beauty . Instead of being exclusively the posses- sion of imaginative or cultivated minds , it is with the multitude almost the very beginning and end of their sense of poetry or beauty in landscape . Trav- eling once with an artist in ...
... beauty . Instead of being exclusively the posses- sion of imaginative or cultivated minds , it is with the multitude almost the very beginning and end of their sense of poetry or beauty in landscape . Trav- eling once with an artist in ...
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Alison appeared asked beauty become believe better Bonaparte brother brought called character comes course criticism death doubt effect English expression eyes face fact father feeling French give given Government half Hamblin hand head heard heart hold hope hour human hundred ideas interest Italy Jeanne kind Lady least less light live look Madame manner matter means mind Miss nature never night once passed perhaps person picture play poet poetry poor possible present question reason received Russian seems seen sense side speak stand Stephen taken tell thing thought tion took true truth turn whole wish woman write young
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