Southland Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches of the Living Female Writers of the South. With Extracts from Their Writings, Volume 1Claxton, Remsen & Haffelfinger, 1870 - 973 pagina's |
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Pagina 25
... eyes by the thick groups of spruce and fir- trees which stud the borders of the carriage - drive . The grass was fresh and dewy , glittering with water diamonds , and the tufts of pink and white peonies , the fragrant lilies and early ...
... eyes by the thick groups of spruce and fir- trees which stud the borders of the carriage - drive . The grass was fresh and dewy , glittering with water diamonds , and the tufts of pink and white peonies , the fragrant lilies and early ...
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... eyes , radiating emanations from a spirit so warm and so strong , eyes so full of vitality , both mental and sensuous , into the hard , rapid , eager eyes of money - changers and souls engrossed in thoughts of traffic and material life ...
... eyes , radiating emanations from a spirit so warm and so strong , eyes so full of vitality , both mental and sensuous , into the hard , rapid , eager eyes of money - changers and souls engrossed in thoughts of traffic and material life ...
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... eye , dark - gray with black lash ; she was like her mother , dark - haired and brunette . Eleanor was a picture to see ; her eyes were as blue as heaven , her features statuesque , her hair black , with a purple tinge . Catharine was ...
... eye , dark - gray with black lash ; she was like her mother , dark - haired and brunette . Eleanor was a picture to see ; her eyes were as blue as heaven , her features statuesque , her hair black , with a purple tinge . Catharine was ...
Pagina 41
... eyes can weep ! And strange it is ! I cannot say If it is woe or weal , That thus unto my heart can flow Fountains so few may feel ! The gift that can my spirit raise The cold , dark earth above , Has flung a bar between my soul And ...
... eyes can weep ! And strange it is ! I cannot say If it is woe or weal , That thus unto my heart can flow Fountains so few may feel ! The gift that can my spirit raise The cold , dark earth above , Has flung a bar between my soul And ...
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... eyes , that , like a dream , Must dreamingly come back ; Return , return no more , ye things That fled , as if on morning's wings ! Sing on ; before me gardens rise , Rich with their scented bowers ; Once more each vanished footstep ...
... eyes , that , like a dream , Must dreamingly come back ; Return , return no more , ye things That fled , as if on morning's wings ! Sing on ; before me gardens rise , Rich with their scented bowers ; Once more each vanished footstep ...
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Southland Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches of the ..., Volume 1 Mary T. Tardy Volledige weergave - 1870 |
Southland Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches of the ..., Volume 1 Mary T. Tardy Volledige weergave - 1870 |
Southland Writers: Biographical and Critical Sketches of the ..., Volume 1 Mary T. Tardy Volledige weergave - 1870 |
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