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... from his offers she shrunk , And , Ginevra - like , shut herself up in a trunk ; And
, though ' twas a step into which he had driven her , He somehow or other had
never forgiven her ; Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic , Something bitter
...
... from his offers she shrunk , And , Ginevra - like , shut herself up in a trunk ; And
, though ' twas a step into which he had driven her , He somehow or other had
never forgiven her ; Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic , Something bitter
...
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Now , Daphne , — before she was happily treeified , Over all other blossoms the
lily had deified , And when she expected the god on a visit , ( ' Twas before he
had made his intentions explicit , ) Some buds she arranged with a vast deal of ...
Now , Daphne , — before she was happily treeified , Over all other blossoms the
lily had deified , And when she expected the god on a visit , ( ' Twas before he
had made his intentions explicit , ) Some buds she arranged with a vast deal of ...
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As I said , he was never precisely unkind , The defect in his brain was just
absence of mind ; If he boasted , ' twas simply that he was self - made , A position
which I , for one , never gainsaid , My respect for my Maker supposing a skill In
his ...
As I said , he was never precisely unkind , The defect in his brain was just
absence of mind ; If he boasted , ' twas simply that he was self - made , A position
which I , for one , never gainsaid , My respect for my Maker supposing a skill In
his ...
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... he felt something like love ' s distemper , ' Twas towards a young lady who
spoke ancient Mexican , And assisted her father in making a lexicon ; Though I
recollect hearing him get quite ferocious About Mary Clausum , the mistress of
Grotius ...
... he felt something like love ' s distemper , ' Twas towards a young lady who
spoke ancient Mexican , And assisted her father in making a lexicon ; Though I
recollect hearing him get quite ferocious About Mary Clausum , the mistress of
Grotius ...
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with their hands o ' er their ears screamed the Muses , “ He may go off and
murder himself , if he chooses , ' Twas a means self - defence only sanctioned his
: trying , ' Tis mere massacre now that the enemy ' s flying ; If he ' s forced to ' t
again ...
with their hands o ' er their ears screamed the Muses , “ He may go off and
murder himself , if he chooses , ' Twas a means self - defence only sanctioned his
: trying , ' Tis mere massacre now that the enemy ' s flying ; If he ' s forced to ' t
again ...
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| Title | Fable for critics. Bigelow papers. Unhappy lot of Mr. Knott. An oriental apologue Volume 2 of The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell: Complete in Two Volumes, James Russell Lowell |
| Author | James Russell Lowell |
| Publisher | Ticknor and Fields, 1858 |
| Original from | the New York Public Library |
| Digitized | 21 May 2007 |
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