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We crowded around his couch , that we might hear his dying words ; we kissed him and endeavoured to imbibe his latest breath into our mouths . I had heard for the last time the sounds of. 4 * THE PHILADELPHIA BOOK . 41.
We crowded around his couch , that we might hear his dying words ; we kissed him and endeavoured to imbibe his latest breath into our mouths . I had heard for the last time the sounds of. 4 * THE PHILADELPHIA BOOK . 41.
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I had heard for the last time the sounds of a voice which had never addressed me but in the language of kindness —the lustre of those eyes which had ever beamed with mirth and joy became dim , and after a faint struggle , he sought the ...
I had heard for the last time the sounds of a voice which had never addressed me but in the language of kindness —the lustre of those eyes which had ever beamed with mirth and joy became dim , and after a faint struggle , he sought the ...
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But long shall Ilyssus roll his inspiring flood , and many Olympiads shall ye walk in the porticos of Athens , or stray by the side of the silver Strymon , before your ears shall be gladdened by such sounds as ye heard from the lyre of ...
But long shall Ilyssus roll his inspiring flood , and many Olympiads shall ye walk in the porticos of Athens , or stray by the side of the silver Strymon , before your ears shall be gladdened by such sounds as ye heard from the lyre of ...
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I had not walked a mile , when I heard a gun go off , and saw the smoke rising at a little distance . Not caring to encounter fire - arms in so wild a place , I was turning back , when I saw a dog hunting about among the bushes ...
I had not walked a mile , when I heard a gun go off , and saw the smoke rising at a little distance . Not caring to encounter fire - arms in so wild a place , I was turning back , when I saw a dog hunting about among the bushes ...
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Into the wood I hastened ; but had not gone a hundred yards , when I heard two shots in quick succession close to me . Nothing but riflemen and sharp shooting in this country , thought I ; and turning an angle of the track ...
Into the wood I hastened ; but had not gone a hundred yards , when I heard two shots in quick succession close to me . Nothing but riflemen and sharp shooting in this country , thought I ; and turning an angle of the track ...
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| Título | The Philadelphia Book, Or, Specimens of Metropolitan Literature |
| Autor | Peter Stephen Du Ponceau |
| Editor | Key & Biddle, 1836 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb. 2006 |
| Largo | 380 páginas |
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