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66. lappuse
... idea , Stevenson never underwent much pain and his illness rather helped his career . Mr. Hellman discusses injustices that have been done in the development of what he calls " the Stevenson myth , " particularly to Samuel Osbourne ...
... idea , Stevenson never underwent much pain and his illness rather helped his career . Mr. Hellman discusses injustices that have been done in the development of what he calls " the Stevenson myth , " particularly to Samuel Osbourne ...
71. lappuse
... idea which demands for its expression the blurring of an image . Take the familiar simile from " Adonais " : Life like a dome of many - coloured glass Stains the white radiance of eternity . A literal minded reader , too insistent on ...
... idea which demands for its expression the blurring of an image . Take the familiar simile from " Adonais " : Life like a dome of many - coloured glass Stains the white radiance of eternity . A literal minded reader , too insistent on ...
73. lappuse
... idea of this sonnet rides as firmly in its diction as a Roman emperor in his triumphal car . We begin with a folk - myth , the reap- pearance of an old race on the earth , - al- ways searching for food . The poet lifts his idea surely ...
... idea of this sonnet rides as firmly in its diction as a Roman emperor in his triumphal car . We begin with a folk - myth , the reap- pearance of an old race on the earth , - al- ways searching for food . The poet lifts his idea surely ...
80. lappuse
... idea rang in his brain : This would be the place to kill a man . A gully ran through here . But now that Palm Bluff was becoming a city , that would not answer so they were deepening 1 8 3 10 4 11 5 12 it and laying a big iron drainage ...
... idea rang in his brain : This would be the place to kill a man . A gully ran through here . But now that Palm Bluff was becoming a city , that would not answer so they were deepening 1 8 3 10 4 11 5 12 it and laying a big iron drainage ...
81. lappuse
... idea bright - colored cushions . Mrs. Dwyer , in which had exploded in Dwyer's mind ; an embroidered blue silk wrapper , reclined seemed to blindfold the world and hold its 51 97 upon it , reading a love story in a magazine . ears for ...
... idea bright - colored cushions . Mrs. Dwyer , in which had exploded in Dwyer's mind ; an embroidered blue silk wrapper , reclined seemed to blindfold the world and hold its 51 97 upon it , reading a love story in a magazine . ears for ...
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