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... become 119 166 ' Everything's the matter , ' he said engaged and was thinking about homes . He 120 167 wearily , ' everything ' ; and he had a mo- nodded approvingly at the room , which 121 168 mentary twinge of conscience , realizing ...
... become 119 166 ' Everything's the matter , ' he said engaged and was thinking about homes . He 120 167 wearily , ' everything ' ; and he had a mo- nodded approvingly at the room , which 121 168 mentary twinge of conscience , realizing ...
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... become a classic while still alive . A novelist necessarily must work regularly because of the amount of work he has to turn out to be a novelist . Howells wrote regularly from nine to twelve every morning , and this would seem to be al ...
... become a classic while still alive . A novelist necessarily must work regularly because of the amount of work he has to turn out to be a novelist . Howells wrote regularly from nine to twelve every morning , and this would seem to be al ...
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... becoming his practice to have articles written to order , so that he is practically out of the open market . Just now he is printing only hunting and fishing stories , and any manuscript to be acceptable would have to be accompanied by ...
... becoming his practice to have articles written to order , so that he is practically out of the open market . Just now he is printing only hunting and fishing stories , and any manuscript to be acceptable would have to be accompanied by ...
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... become a collector's item . The poems now appearing in McClure's are from a volume called " Puck in Pasture , " published by Doubleday , Page , & Co. in October . The collection in- cludes many of her elfin poems , besides others which ...
... become a collector's item . The poems now appearing in McClure's are from a volume called " Puck in Pasture , " published by Doubleday , Page , & Co. in October . The collection in- cludes many of her elfin poems , besides others which ...
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... become one of its busiest branches . By means of it last year 8,892 separate orders for photostat copies were filled , an order ranging from a copy of one page or illustration , a single print , to an entire book , hundreds of prints ...
... become one of its busiest branches . By means of it last year 8,892 separate orders for photostat copies were filled , an order ranging from a copy of one page or illustration , a single print , to an entire book , hundreds of prints ...
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474. lappuse - Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing, And like enough thou know'st thy estimate ; The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing ; My bonds in thee are all determinate. For how do I hold thee but by thy granting ? And for that riches where is my deserving?
474. lappuse - And for that riches where is my deserving ? The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting, And so my patent back again is swerving. Thyself thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me, to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking ; So thy great gift, upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgment making. Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter ; In sleep a king, but waking, no such matter.
40. lappuse - Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich— yes, richer than a king— And admirably schooled in every grace: In fine, we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head.
273. lappuse - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
474. lappuse - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
110. lappuse - AH! SUNFLOWER Ah, Sunflower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the sun; Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done: Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow Arise from their graves, and aspire Where my Sunflower wishes to go.
272. lappuse - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
428. lappuse - I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks — who had a genius, so to speak, for sauntering, which word is beautifully derived 'from idle people who roved about the country, in the Middle Ages, and asked charity, under pretense of going a la Sainte Terre,' to the Holy Land, till the children exclaimed, 'There goes a Sainte-Terrer,
272. lappuse - And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept A little noiseless noise among the leaves, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves : For not the faintest motion could be seen Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green.
271. lappuse - No spring, nor summer beauty hath such grace, As I have seen in one autumnal face.