Mirror Library, Issues 1-31George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis 1843 |
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... mind each day , at a fair calculation , say two hundred men and women , with their belongings . What tax on the memory ! What || fatigue ( and all profitless ) to them and him ! " Sweep me out like a foul thoroughfare ! " say I. has ...
... mind each day , at a fair calculation , say two hundred men and women , with their belongings . What tax on the memory ! What || fatigue ( and all profitless ) to them and him ! " Sweep me out like a foul thoroughfare ! " say I. has ...
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... mind a gentle mind ? Is not that heart a heart refin'd ? Hast thou not every gentle grace , We love in woman's mind and face ? And , oh ! art thou a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in ? No , no , be happy - dry that tear ...
... mind a gentle mind ? Is not that heart a heart refin'd ? Hast thou not every gentle grace , We love in woman's mind and face ? And , oh ! art thou a shrine for Sin To hold her hateful worship in ? No , no , be happy - dry that tear ...
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... mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; - A wand'ring bark , upon whose pathway shone All stars of heaven , except the guiding one ! Again she smiled , nay , much and brightly smiled , But twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ...
... mind was still all there , but turn'd astray ; - A wand'ring bark , upon whose pathway shone All stars of heaven , except the guiding one ! Again she smiled , nay , much and brightly smiled , But twas a lustre , strange , unreal , wild ...
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