The Autocrat of the Breakfast-tableW. Paterson, 1858 - 279 pages |
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... JOHN STERLING . By THOMAS CARLYLE . In one volume 12mo . Price , $ 1 . One of the most touching biographies in the language , and to most readers , the most genial , as well as the most able , of Carlyle's works . MEMOIRS OF MARGARET ...
... JOHN STERLING . By THOMAS CARLYLE . In one volume 12mo . Price , $ 1 . One of the most touching biographies in the language , and to most readers , the most genial , as well as the most able , of Carlyle's works . MEMOIRS OF MARGARET ...
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... -over my fireplace . Did I not elope from school to see Revenge , and Prospect , and Little John , and Peacemaker run over the race - course where now yon suburban village flourishes THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 37.
... -over my fireplace . Did I not elope from school to see Revenge , and Prospect , and Little John , and Peacemaker run over the race - course where now yon suburban village flourishes THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST - TABLE . 37.
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... John and Thomas , for instance , are talking together , it is natural enough that among the six there should be more or less confusion and misappre- hension . [ Our landlady turned pale ; —no doubt she thought there was a screw loose in ...
... John and Thomas , for instance , are talking together , it is natural enough that among the six there should be more or less confusion and misappre- hension . [ Our landlady turned pale ; —no doubt she thought there was a screw loose in ...
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... John and Thomas . Three Johns . 1. The real John ; known only to his Maker . 2. John's ideal John ; never the real one , and often very unlike him . 3. Thomas's ideal John ; never the real John , nor John's John , but often very unlike ...
... John and Thomas . Three Johns . 1. The real John ; known only to his Maker . 2. John's ideal John ; never the real one , and often very unlike him . 3. Thomas's ideal John ; never the real John , nor John's John , but often very unlike ...
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... John , who sits near me at table . A certain basket of peaches , a rare vegetable , little known to boarding - houses , was on its way to me via this unlettered Johannes . He appropriated the three that remained in the basket ...
... John , who sits near me at table . A certain basket of peaches , a rare vegetable , little known to boarding - houses , was on its way to me via this unlettered Johannes . He appropriated the three that remained in the basket ...
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Page 110 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair. Its webs of living gauze no more unfurl; Wrecked is the ship of pearl!
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