A Library of American Literature: Literature of the republic, pt. 4, 1861-1888 (continued) Additional selections, 1834-1889. Short biographies of all authors represented in this work, by Arthur Stedman. General indexEdmund Clarence Stedman, Ellen Mackay Hutchinson C.L. Webster, 1890 |
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... told the little fellow , in Ital- ian , the story of " Jack the Giant - Killer , " to his immense delight . The road ran through a grove , and before turning back they sat down to rest under the boughs of an old chestnut - tree ...
... told the little fellow , in Ital- ian , the story of " Jack the Giant - Killer , " to his immense delight . The road ran through a grove , and before turning back they sat down to rest under the boughs of an old chestnut - tree ...
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... told me all about it . [ Enter LIMBER . ] LIMBER . Why , here's an oasis of beauty , blooming right in the desert of politics . How are you , girls ? -How are you , Jule ? —I had just finished the platform and was about to take it in ...
... told me all about it . [ Enter LIMBER . ] LIMBER . Why , here's an oasis of beauty , blooming right in the desert of politics . How are you , girls ? -How are you , Jule ? —I had just finished the platform and was about to take it in ...
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... told you so ! LIMBER . " Resolved : That our party is a towering monument of public virtue . Resolved : That the other party is a festering slough of political slime . " ANNA . Oh , dear ! MRS . M. It's just like poetry . [ Shouts ...
... told you so ! LIMBER . " Resolved : That our party is a towering monument of public virtue . Resolved : That the other party is a festering slough of political slime . " ANNA . Oh , dear ! MRS . M. It's just like poetry . [ Shouts ...
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... half the work in the garden this morning . ANNA . Now , wait , papa . General Limber has told us you will surely be nominated . WOOL . Dear ! dear ! ANNA . Yes , Chunk - a - lunk - 1861-88 ] 25 DAVID DEMAREST LLOYD .
... half the work in the garden this morning . ANNA . Now , wait , papa . General Limber has told us you will surely be nominated . WOOL . Dear ! dear ! ANNA . Yes , Chunk - a - lunk - 1861-88 ] 25 DAVID DEMAREST LLOYD .
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... told her 22 She covered her face with her hands , crying , " Oh , why must I believe this ! Why can't I forget it all , pretend that I did not see ? " Then , with a hot beating in her temples , she took away her hands , and said with ...
... told her 22 She covered her face with her hands , crying , " Oh , why must I believe this ! Why can't I forget it all , pretend that I did not see ? " Then , with a hot beating in her temples , she took away her hands , and said with ...
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Página 408 - What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Página 120 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise. Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets, who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh-!
Página 425 - Those who labor in the earth are the chosen people of God, if ever He had a chosen people, whose breasts He has made His peculiar deposit for substantial and genuine virtue.
Página 455 - With the movements in this hemisphere, we are of necessity more immediately connected, and by causes w^hich must be obvious to all enlightened and impartial observers. The political system of the Allied Powers is essentially different in this respect from that of America.
Página viii - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
Página 571 - The Discovery of the Great West, 1869; The Old Regime in Canada, 1874; Count Frontenac and New France Under Louis XIV, 1877; Montcalm and Wolfe, 1884; A Half Century of Conflict, 1892. After 1879, The Discovery of the Great West (1869) was published as La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West.
Página 425 - ... the proportion which the aggregate of the other classes of citizens bears in any State to that of its husbandmen, is the proportion of its unsound to its healthy parts, and is a good enough barometer whereby to measure its degree of corruption.
Página 141 - The birds of the air, the beasts of the field, and the fishes of the sea, say that God is love...
Página 357 - There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, And joys supreme are given ; There rays divine...
Página 338 - If I should die tonight,' My friends would call to mind with loving thought, Some kindly deed the icy hand had wrought, Some gentle word the frozen lips had said; Errands on which the willing feet had sped. The memory of my selfishness and pride, My hasty words, would all be put aside, And so I should be loved and mourned tonight.