Leatherstocking to Poe's "Raven."

C. Scribner's Sons, 1904

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Seite 352 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new...
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Seite 99 - ON the cross-beam under the Old South bell The nest of a pigeon is builded well. In summer and winter that bird is there, Out and in with the morning air. I love to see him track the street, With his wary eye and active feet ; And I often watch him as he springs, Circling the steeple with easy wings, Till across the dial his shade has passed, And the belfry edge is gained at last.
Seite 191 - The person who screams, or uses the superlative degree, or converses with heat, puts whole drawing-rooms to flight. If you wish to be loved, love measure.
Seite 148 - Here I sit and read and write, with very little system, and, as far as regards composition, with the most fragmentary result : paragraphs incompressible, each sentence an infinitely repellent particle.
Seite 143 - To GO into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.
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