Felix Holt and Job Tudge.
From Felix Holt, the radical vol. 1, by George Eliot, London, 1899.
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I drowned my sorrow and found comfort
At the bottom of the sago soup.
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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Then Mummy opened the window
And called out our names.
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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There shall we find solace and merriment.
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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My younger brother, Emil,
Dropped the whip and the sledge out of surprise.
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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She promised me some heart bread
I could see she gave it to Morten.
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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One noon, between twelve and one…
Alfred Schmidt, from Flugten til Amerika (Flight to America), by Christian Winther, Copenhagen, 1926.
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Frederick Cayley Robinson, frontispiece from The blue bird, by Maurice Maeterlinck, New York, 1920.
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