A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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... round from one to another , and , by way of being sociable , offering his rough head to be patted by any kindly hand that would take so much trouble . But now , all of a sudden , this grave and vener- able quadruped , of his own mere ...
... round from one to another , and , by way of being sociable , offering his rough head to be patted by any kindly hand that would take so much trouble . But now , all of a sudden , this grave and vener- able quadruped , of his own mere ...
Page 137
... round to see what time of night it was , and whose watch . In a few minutes the man at the wheel struck four bells , and we found that the other watch was out , and our own half out . Accordingly , the starboard watch went below , and ...
... round to see what time of night it was , and whose watch . In a few minutes the man at the wheel struck four bells , and we found that the other watch was out , and our own half out . Accordingly , the starboard watch went below , and ...
Page 138
... round the yards , rolling tackles and other gear bowsed taught , and everything made as secure as could be . Coming down , we found the rest of the crew just laying down the fore rigging , having furled the tattered topsail , or ...
... round the yards , rolling tackles and other gear bowsed taught , and everything made as secure as could be . Coming down , we found the rest of the crew just laying down the fore rigging , having furled the tattered topsail , or ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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