THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH1908 |
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1.–5. rezultāts no 42.
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... American literature , the variety of intellectual movements , that his life touched . And it is precisely in this that one prime interest of his letters lies . Through them , as through the candid eyes of Tom Bailey , we watch the flow ...
... American literature , the variety of intellectual movements , that his life touched . And it is precisely in this that one prime interest of his letters lies . Through them , as through the candid eyes of Tom Bailey , we watch the flow ...
26. lappuse
... American version of " the Gothic renaissance . " In " The Bells " we find many such Keatsy spellings as St. Ayne , Allinggale , dactyle , Lillyan , etc. ALDRICH ABOUT 1854 With , for him , singularly little 26 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.
... American version of " the Gothic renaissance . " In " The Bells " we find many such Keatsy spellings as St. Ayne , Allinggale , dactyle , Lillyan , etc. ALDRICH ABOUT 1854 With , for him , singularly little 26 THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH.
40. lappuse
... American short stories . At the outbreak of the war he en- listed as an officer in the Union army and was mortally wounded in an unimportant cavalry skirmish in February , 1862 . Of the warm , peppery friendship between Aldrich and O ...
... American short stories . At the outbreak of the war he en- listed as an officer in the Union army and was mortally wounded in an unimportant cavalry skirmish in February , 1862 . Of the warm , peppery friendship between Aldrich and O ...
48. lappuse
... America , with , for one reason or another , ill success . But one fine morning in April , 1860 , his mail contained this note : CAMBRIDGE , 18th April , 1860 . MY DEAR SIR , - I welcome you heartily to the " Atlan- tic . " When I ...
... America , with , for one reason or another , ill success . But one fine morning in April , 1860 , his mail contained this note : CAMBRIDGE , 18th April , 1860 . MY DEAR SIR , - I welcome you heartily to the " Atlan- tic . " When I ...
64. lappuse
... American poets at least . The first is being spoiled by the praise of women ; the second being disgusted by the praise or blame it makes little difference which of the cheap critics . You may have noticed that our poets do not commonly ...
... American poets at least . The first is being spoiled by the praise of women ; the second being disgusted by the praise or blame it makes little difference which of the cheap critics . You may have noticed that our poets do not commonly ...
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