The Poet at the Breatfast-table: He Talks with His Fellow-boarders and the ReaderPrinted at the Riverside Press, 1891 - 360 strán (strany) |
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Strana 162 - Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time?
Strana 40 - Dont waste your time at family funerals grieving for your relatives: attend to life, not to death: there are as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it, and better.
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Strana 92 - Before the angel, and of him to ask Chose rather ; he, she knew, would intermix Grateful digressions, and solve high dispute With conjugal caresses : from his lip Not words alone pleased her.
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