A New England ReaderVan Wyck Brooks New England literature from William Bradford to the poems of Robert Lowell. |
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Page 74
... tell me that your commercial house , your partners , or yourself are of importance ; you shall not tell me that you have learned to know men ; you shall make me feel that ; your saying so unsays it . You shall not enumerate your ...
... tell me that your commercial house , your partners , or yourself are of importance ; you shall not tell me that you have learned to know men ; you shall make me feel that ; your saying so unsays it . You shall not enumerate your ...
Page 206
... tell me that again . " The shake brought the gloves on to the floor , from the other sleeve . " There , you ! " said Miss Ophelia , " will you tell me now you didn't steal the ribbon ? " Topsy now confessed to the gloves , but still ...
... tell me that again . " The shake brought the gloves on to the floor , from the other sleeve . " There , you ! " said Miss Ophelia , " will you tell me now you didn't steal the ribbon ? " Topsy now confessed to the gloves , but still ...
Page 280
... tell by examining a piece of gold how often it has been melted and cooled in geologic ages , or even in the last year by the hand of man . Any one who cuts down an oak can tell by the rings in its trunk how many times winter has frozen ...
... tell by examining a piece of gold how often it has been melted and cooled in geologic ages , or even in the last year by the hand of man . Any one who cuts down an oak can tell by the rings in its trunk how many times winter has frozen ...
Contents
The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
Copyright | |
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