The American Literary Record, Volumen2Willard Thorp Lippincott, 1961 - 1007 páginas Poems, stories, essays, and selection from longer works, with biographical and critical commentary by the editors. |
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... Cuticle was not long in discovering their deceptions . Once , when they had some sago pudding for dinner , and Cuticle chanced to be ashore , they made up a neat parcel of this bluish - white , firm , jelly - like preparation , and ...
... Cuticle was not long in discovering their deceptions . Once , when they had some sago pudding for dinner , and Cuticle chanced to be ashore , they made up a neat parcel of this bluish - white , firm , jelly - like preparation , and ...
Página 440
... Cuticle . In a body they bowed as he ap- proached , and accosted him with deferential regard . " Gentlemen , " said Cuticle , unostentatiously seating himself on a camp - stool , handed him by 30 his cot - boy , " we have here an ...
... Cuticle . In a body they bowed as he ap- proached , and accosted him with deferential regard . " Gentlemen , " said Cuticle , unostentatiously seating himself on a camp - stool , handed him by 30 his cot - boy , " we have here an ...
Página 445
... Cuticle surrendered the instrument to him , say- ing , " Don't be hurried , now ; be steady . " While the rest of the assistants looked upon their comrade with glances of envy , he went rather timidly to work ; and Cuticle , who was ...
... Cuticle surrendered the instrument to him , say- ing , " Don't be hurried , now ; be steady . " While the rest of the assistants looked upon their comrade with glances of envy , he went rather timidly to work ; and Cuticle , who was ...
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Ahab appeared beauty bird boat Boston breath called clouds Cotton Mather cried Cuticle dark dead death divine door dream earth Emily Dickinson England Ethan Brand eyes face fancy father feel feet fire flowers Giovanni give Gout hand Harriet Beecher Stowe head hear heard heart heaven horse human Indian James Fenimore Cooper land leave light Lippet live look means ment mind Moby Dick morning nature never night o'er once passed person poem poet poetry poor Rip Van Winkle river round sail Samuel Sewall seemed seen sense shore side silent sing song soul speak spirit stand Starbuck stars stood strange sweet thee things thou thought tion trees truth turn village voice Walden Pond walk whole wild wind woods words young Young Goodman Brown