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Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. LITERATURE OF THE REPUBLIC PART III - CONTINUED 1835-1860 LAND named of hope ! Our best have hailed the.
Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. LITERATURE OF THE REPUBLIC PART III - CONTINUED 1835-1860 LAND named of hope ! Our best have hailed the.
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Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. LAND named of hope ! Our best have hailed the promise of thy growth , Surely hath honor's race ground room for both America and England , side by side , Yet leaving pride Sufficient scope ...
Stedman, Edmund C. and Hutchinson Ellen M. LAND named of hope ! Our best have hailed the promise of thy growth , Surely hath honor's race ground room for both America and England , side by side , Yet leaving pride Sufficient scope ...
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... Hope my call ain't put you out any ; but I s'pose you're used to seein ' a goodle o ' company in the surprise way . " " I am always pleased to receive any friend of my lord's or of Dr. Tooptoe's , " said Lady Toppingham , seating ...
... Hope my call ain't put you out any ; but I s'pose you're used to seein ' a goodle o ' company in the surprise way . " " I am always pleased to receive any friend of my lord's or of Dr. Tooptoe's , " said Lady Toppingham , seating ...
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... hope , " said the M. P. to me , as we settled ourselves at table , " that you are pleased with your Mr. Washington Adams . I , for one , own that such a characteristic exhibition of genuine American character and manners is , if not ...
... hope , " said the M. P. to me , as we settled ourselves at table , " that you are pleased with your Mr. Washington Adams . I , for one , own that such a characteristic exhibition of genuine American character and manners is , if not ...
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... hope . When at last her palsied hand , in groping , Rattled tremulous at the grated tomb , Heaven flashed round her joys beyond her hoping , And her young soul gladdened into bloom . WE Henry Martyn Field . BORN in Stockbridge , Mass ...
... hope . When at last her palsied hand , in groping , Rattled tremulous at the grated tomb , Heaven flashed round her joys beyond her hoping , And her young soul gladdened into bloom . WE Henry Martyn Field . BORN in Stockbridge , Mass ...
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