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Page 130
... feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow , and so you will happily conclude your mortal ca- reer . Be it life or death , we crave only reality . If we are really dying , let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel ...
... feel its sweet edge dividing you through the heart and marrow , and so you will happily conclude your mortal ca- reer . Be it life or death , we crave only reality . If we are really dying , let us hear the rattle in our throats and feel ...
Page 181
... feel the harmony of the one , and it is the mass of his intellect that makes the other weighty with meaning . Enough ... feeling of his prophetic charac- ter , and Byron had only an uneasy and jealous instinct of contem- porary merit ...
... feel the harmony of the one , and it is the mass of his intellect that makes the other weighty with meaning . Enough ... feeling of his prophetic charac- ter , and Byron had only an uneasy and jealous instinct of contem- porary merit ...
Page 362
... feeling rested from sitting or lying down , I now began to feel jaded and worn ; but a hot meal of venison stew soon put me right , so that I could sleep . As drowsiness came on I sprinkled the deck with tacks , and then I turned in ...
... feeling rested from sitting or lying down , I now began to feel jaded and worn ; but a hot meal of venison stew soon put me right , so that I could sleep . As drowsiness came on I sprinkled the deck with tacks , and then I turned in ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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