American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for Study |
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1345 Suddenly , as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder , Still she stood , with her colorless lips apart , while a shudder Ran through her frame , and , forgotten , the flowerets dropped from her fingers , And from her eyes and ...
1345 Suddenly , as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder , Still she stood , with her colorless lips apart , while a shudder Ran through her frame , and , forgotten , the flowerets dropped from her fingers , And from her eyes and ...
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| Title | American Classics for Seventh and Eighth Grade Reading: With Biographical Sketches, Portraits and Suggestions for Study |
| Author | Hanson Hart Webster |
| Publisher | Houghton Mifflin, 1905 |
| Original from | the University of California |
| Digitized | 30 Nov 2007 |
| Length | 437 pages |
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