 ... and sweet domestic thoughts flash out one by one across the blackening salt-meadow between. How much has not kerosene added to the cheerfulness of our evening landscape ! A pair of night-herons flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river.  The Making of America - Strana 413autor/autoři: Robert Marion La Follette - 1906Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | James Russell Lowell - 1871 - 450 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of "October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half-painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1876 - 454 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half-painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | 1900 - 850 str.
...essays, "was ended. I might walk townward without the aching dread of bulletins that had darkened tne July sunshine and twice made the scarlet leaves of...who fell mortally wounded, October 21, 1861, at the battleof Ball's Bluff, while trying to save a wounded comrade. When taken to the hospital he said to... | |
 | Prose masterpieces - 1884 - 310 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half-painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1887 - 408 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...sunshine, and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seemed stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half proud, half painful, how so many years ago... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1890 - 384 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half-painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1890 - 410 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half-painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | James Russell Lowell - 1898 - 104 str.
...flapped heavily over me toward the hidden river. The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half-proud, half -painful, how, so many years ago, I... | |
 | John Scott Clark - 1898 - 910 str.
...never come ! " — A Good Word for Winter. " The war was ended. I might walk town ward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remembered with a pang, half proud, half painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
 | Thomas Wentworth Higginson - 1899 - 236 str.
...walks from Elmwood to Harvard Square about 1870: "The war was ended. I might walk townward without that aching dread of bulletins that had darkened the July...and twice made the scarlet leaves of October seem stained with blood. I remember with a pang half proud, half painful, how, so many years ago, I had... | |
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