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... story is indeed the charm of the West , because the West lives and breathes in the story . The vast , purple plains , silent mountains and desert valleys , and the rough , lonely , forceful characters greet us on the page as though ...
... story is indeed the charm of the West , because the West lives and breathes in the story . The vast , purple plains , silent mountains and desert valleys , and the rough , lonely , forceful characters greet us on the page as though ...
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... story in the polished case . Vain , boastful prophecy . With a new accession of hope- lessness , the memory faded into the bare boards of the wall , and the blackened pots hung upon it . For now , the jest made so carelessly , seemed a ...
... story in the polished case . Vain , boastful prophecy . With a new accession of hope- lessness , the memory faded into the bare boards of the wall , and the blackened pots hung upon it . For now , the jest made so carelessly , seemed a ...
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... stories told To him by others , sad as falling rain : The flower - pot before the window - pane Is empty like his heart , and growing old . And then he shivers , drawing close his coat , While the soft rain - drops , liquid , fresh and ...
... stories told To him by others , sad as falling rain : The flower - pot before the window - pane Is empty like his heart , and growing old . And then he shivers , drawing close his coat , While the soft rain - drops , liquid , fresh and ...
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... story that perhaps some of you might want to explain . It kind of illustrates what that gentleman was just saying . " " Go ahead , " reiterated a deep voice out of the gloom . And we lit our pipes and settled back for something which I ...
... story that perhaps some of you might want to explain . It kind of illustrates what that gentleman was just saying . " " Go ahead , " reiterated a deep voice out of the gloom . And we lit our pipes and settled back for something which I ...
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... stories And singing together to a rolling cadence How Roland , Count of Brittany , was slain . FRANK D. ASHBURN . Book Reviews Sub- Collected Poems . By EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON 128 [ No. 772 Yale Literary Magazine . Sonnet FRANK D ASHBURN.
... stories And singing together to a rolling cadence How Roland , Count of Brittany , was slain . FRANK D. ASHBURN . Book Reviews Sub- Collected Poems . By EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON 128 [ No. 772 Yale Literary Magazine . Sonnet FRANK D ASHBURN.
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Side 130 - They called it Annandale — and I was there To flourish, to find words, and to attend: Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend, I watched him; and the sight was not so fair As one or two that I have seen elsewhere: An apparatus not for me to mend — A wreck, with hell between him and the end, Remained of Annandale; and I was there. "I knew the ruin as I knew the man; So put the two together, if you can, Remembering the worst you know of me. Now view yourself as I was, on the spot — With a slight...
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