One Hundred Choice Selections in Poetry and Prose, Выпуски 14-17

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P. Garrett & Company, 1879
 

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A Romanco in Verse The Weary Soul
Clear the Way Burr and Blennerhassett Father Molloy
The Mountains of lj Sich My Fattle of Lexin
Contents of No 1
1
Contents of No 2
2
The DemonShip
6
Give me the Hand
51
Shelter
56
Mind tho Glory of Man The Modorn Belle
62
Laughin in Meetin
87
Sublimity of the Bible Save the Other Man
94
Sir John Franklin
97
Owod to the Fire Engine The Bridgo of Sighs
117
Confession of a Drunkard A Physicians Story
156
Extract from Senator Ba The Farmers Blunder Death of John Q Adams
157
Mosaics
172
Success
179
Nobodys Child The Hypochondriao The Closing econ3
8
Infelicissime
9
CONTENTS OF No 12
12
Love on the HalfShell The Female Convention What the Temperance Cause
14
Clear the Way Burr and Blennerhassett Father Molloy
15
to ORBHO
2
Blochild of From Hamletbe
3
CONTENTS OF No 12
12
The Ghost
27
A Ventriloquist on a Stage1 The Smith of Ragenbach The Annuity
30
Vat You Please
34
All of them
63
Bingen on the Rhine
81
Mark Twain and the InterThe Kings Picture
114
The Great Bell Roland All We Ask is to be Let Alone
117
Give Mo Three Grains of The Death of Slavery Tho FireFiend
125
Confession of a Drunkard A Physicians Story
127
The Blind Preacher
138
A Ventriloquist on a Stage The Smith of Ragenbach The Annuity
141
The Bondage of Drink Dimes and Dollars
147
Every Number complete in itself Nothing repeated
Catos Soliloquy
CONTENTS OF No 14
The Black Horse and Rider Eternal Justice
The Philosophers Scales Trouble in the Choir Romance of a Carpet
Clear the Way Burr and Blennerhassett Father Molloy
The Might of Love
Margery Miller Pips Fight God Save Our President

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