A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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Page 74
... learned to know men ; you shall make me feel that ; your saying so unsays it . You shall not enumerate your brilliant ac- quaintances , nor tell me by their titles what books you have read . I am to infer that you keep good company by ...
... learned to know men ; you shall make me feel that ; your saying so unsays it . You shall not enumerate your brilliant ac- quaintances , nor tell me by their titles what books you have read . I am to infer that you keep good company by ...
Page 181
... learned of him to listen that we feel the harmony of the one , and it is the mass of his intellect that makes the other weighty with meaning . Enough that we recognize in Keats that indefinable newness and unexpectedness which we call ...
... learned of him to listen that we feel the harmony of the one , and it is the mass of his intellect that makes the other weighty with meaning . Enough that we recognize in Keats that indefinable newness and unexpectedness which we call ...
Page 399
... learned after Spanish had be- come the language of his thought . The absence of Italian in the pre- served writings ... learned it at school . Christopher undoubtedly left home almost if not completely illiterate , and when he finally ...
... learned after Spanish had be- come the language of his thought . The absence of Italian in the pre- served writings ... learned it at school . Christopher undoubtedly left home almost if not completely illiterate , and when he finally ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
Copyright | |
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