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Page 11
... " Edgar felt that as he spoke his companion was examining him minutely . It was not long before he heard the result of the scrutiny . " You are an embryo poet , or ought to be , by your - well , not to be FIVE YEARS OF IT . 11.
... " Edgar felt that as he spoke his companion was examining him minutely . It was not long before he heard the result of the scrutiny . " You are an embryo poet , or ought to be , by your - well , not to be FIVE YEARS OF IT . 11.
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... heard of Cooper , the other day . You know old Liddell , don't you , Etheridge ? -of course you do . Well , he asked Cooper , how ever he managed to keep himself out of scrapes and matrimony , for he was always making furious love to ...
... heard of Cooper , the other day . You know old Liddell , don't you , Etheridge ? -of course you do . Well , he asked Cooper , how ever he managed to keep himself out of scrapes and matrimony , for he was always making furious love to ...
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Alfred Austin. Cooper ; " and , moreover , it reminds me that I heard of Etheridge being at the Debating Club in Fleet Street , the other night - beer and shag , is it not ? No ! Well , then , lavender - coloured gloves , patent leather ...
Alfred Austin. Cooper ; " and , moreover , it reminds me that I heard of Etheridge being at the Debating Club in Fleet Street , the other night - beer and shag , is it not ? No ! Well , then , lavender - coloured gloves , patent leather ...
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... heard anything of Pampesterra , and his daughter , with whom we were both so desperately smitten ? " " Only one of us , master Frank , if you please . I had a letter from him the day before yesterday , in which he says that , now my ...
... heard anything of Pampesterra , and his daughter , with whom we were both so desperately smitten ? " " Only one of us , master Frank , if you please . I had a letter from him the day before yesterday , in which he says that , now my ...
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... heard of it . " " Not quite ; but just when I am laying the foundation and digging my ditch , I sup- pose you have come , like Remus , to jump over and sneer at it . " " Not I , indeed . I should be sorry to disparage any noble effort ...
... heard of it . " " Not quite ; but just when I am laying the foundation and digging my ditch , I sup- pose you have come , like Remus , to jump over and sneer at it . " " Not I , indeed . I should be sorry to disparage any noble effort ...
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Page 57 - SHUT, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land...
Page 190 - And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A Spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the Palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till Ages are its dower.
Page 132 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.