A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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Page 109
... looked inward at his own heart , and burst into laughter that rolled away into the night , and was in- distinctly reverberated among the hills . " Joe , " said he to his little son , " scamper down to the tavern in the village , and ...
... looked inward at his own heart , and burst into laughter that rolled away into the night , and was in- distinctly reverberated among the hills . " Joe , " said he to his little son , " scamper down to the tavern in the village , and ...
Page 270
... looked about her with a kind of near - sighted deprecation , and seemed to hope that she should not be expected to generalize in any way , or supposed to have come up for any purpose more social than to see what Miss Birdseye wanted ...
... looked about her with a kind of near - sighted deprecation , and seemed to hope that she should not be expected to generalize in any way , or supposed to have come up for any purpose more social than to see what Miss Birdseye wanted ...
Page 323
... looked at him with a deprecating smile . " I always keep them that way , " murmured she . " You do beat everything , " said Dagget , trying to laugh again . His large face was flushed . He remained about an hour longer , then rose to ...
... looked at him with a deprecating smile . " I always keep them that way , " murmured she . " You do beat everything , " said Dagget , trying to laugh again . His large face was flushed . He remained about an hour longer , then rose to ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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