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... perhaps a hundred visitors , and these principally children , during the summer months . Here , then , had Edgar Huntingdon sat down , a temporary recluse . Yet he knew every denizen of the place ; he had known them from his infancy ...
... perhaps a hundred visitors , and these principally children , during the summer months . Here , then , had Edgar Huntingdon sat down , a temporary recluse . Yet he knew every denizen of the place ; he had known them from his infancy ...
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... ( perhaps it moulders in the graveyard below ) , has carved a rough cross over the uneven porch . Memory invested with a feeling of fond interest for my hero everybody and every- thing belonging to Afrel ; but there was one old dame who ...
... ( perhaps it moulders in the graveyard below ) , has carved a rough cross over the uneven porch . Memory invested with a feeling of fond interest for my hero everybody and every- thing belonging to Afrel ; but there was one old dame who ...
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... perhaps they can tell who are in the habit of indulging in similar moods . My hero's moralizing was suddenly interrupted by the discovery that he had nearly walked over somebody , a moment ago unperceived . On his entirely returning to ...
... perhaps they can tell who are in the habit of indulging in similar moods . My hero's moralizing was suddenly interrupted by the discovery that he had nearly walked over somebody , a moment ago unperceived . On his entirely returning to ...
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... , my kind playmates . You are more in earnest ; you would never be satisfied with playthings . Don't walk so fast ; it betrays you . Are you going to publish ? Pardon me , perhaps you have done so already ? FIVE YEARS OF IT . 13.
... , my kind playmates . You are more in earnest ; you would never be satisfied with playthings . Don't walk so fast ; it betrays you . Are you going to publish ? Pardon me , perhaps you have done so already ? FIVE YEARS OF IT . 13.
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Alfred Austin. Pardon me , perhaps you have done so already ? " Edgar felt entertained . An utter stranger was turning him inside out , and reading him a page from his own heart . He was inclined to be frank with this man . Besides , it ...
Alfred Austin. Pardon me , perhaps you have done so already ? " Edgar felt entertained . An utter stranger was turning him inside out , and reading him a page from his own heart . He was inclined to be frank with this man . Besides , it ...
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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.