The Oxford Anthology of American Literature, Band 1William Rose Benét, Norman Holmes Pearson Oxford University Press, 1938 - 1705 Seiten |
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... eyes . ' He's got a curious look out of his eyes , ' said Blossom . ' Oh yes , sir , ' said Peter , ' just as blind as a bat . Blind horses always have clear eyes . Make a motion at his eyes , if you please , sir . ' Blossom did so ...
... eyes . ' He's got a curious look out of his eyes , ' said Blossom . ' Oh yes , sir , ' said Peter , ' just as blind as a bat . Blind horses always have clear eyes . Make a motion at his eyes , if you please , sir . ' Blossom did so ...
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... eyes and the tang of valley orchards for your nose , Such a beautiful pail of fish , such a beauti- ful peck of apples , I cannot bring you now . It is too early and I am not footloose yet . I shall come in the night when I come with a ...
... eyes and the tang of valley orchards for your nose , Such a beautiful pail of fish , such a beauti- ful peck of apples , I cannot bring you now . It is too early and I am not footloose yet . I shall come in the night when I come with a ...
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... eyes , the eyes of rock , to see better In slanting light the ancient sheep ( which kneels Biting the grass ) the while her other hand , Hooking the wicker handle , turns the basket Of eggs . The sea is high to - day . The eggs Are ...
... eyes , the eyes of rock , to see better In slanting light the ancient sheep ( which kneels Biting the grass ) the while her other hand , Hooking the wicker handle , turns the basket Of eggs . The sea is high to - day . The eggs Are ...
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A True Relation of Virginia | 3 |
Richard Rich fl 1610 | 11 |
Nathaniel Ward c 15781652 | 20 |
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