The Oxford Anthology of American Literature, Band 1William Rose Benét, Norman Holmes Pearson Oxford University Press, 1938 - 1658 Seiten |
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... night , to which they an- swered : ' What ! Will you love Englishmen still ? ' This was the dolefullest night that ever my eyes saw . Oh , the roaring , and singing , and dancing , and yelling of those so mouths from Wednesday night ...
... night , to which they an- swered : ' What ! Will you love Englishmen still ? ' This was the dolefullest night that ever my eyes saw . Oh , the roaring , and singing , and dancing , and yelling of those so mouths from Wednesday night ...
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... nights every night just at midnight - but I found the eye always closed ; and so it was impossible to do the work ; for it was not the old man who vexed me , but his Evil Eye . And every morning , 40 when the day broke , I went boldly ...
... nights every night just at midnight - but I found the eye always closed ; and so it was impossible to do the work ; for it was not the old man who vexed me , but his Evil Eye . And every morning , 40 when the day broke , I went boldly ...
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... night of the year ( Ah , night of all nights in the year ! ) - We noted not the dim lake of Auber ( Though once we had journeyed down here ) - We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber , Nor the ghoul - haunted woodland of Weir . And now ...
... night of the year ( Ah , night of all nights in the year ! ) - We noted not the dim lake of Auber ( Though once we had journeyed down here ) - We remembered not the dank tarn of Auber , Nor the ghoul - haunted woodland of Weir . And now ...
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A True Relation of Virginia | 3 |
Richard Rich fl 1610 | 11 |
Nathaniel Ward c 15781652 | 20 |
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