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Word: tales (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1870-1879
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...tale of love unfold...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Fable. | 10/25/1878 | See Source »

...number of the Yale Lit. is by far the best of our exchanges this week, and is really excellent. The leader on "Some Books" is well written and contains much sound common-sense. "The Light-Keeper's Story" is an interesting and thrilling tale, and altogether a very creditable production. Want of space prevents us from noticing the other articles, but they are all good. The only criticism we have to make on the Lit. is the insertion of so many baseball scores and so much society news. Why not leave such things as these for the Courant and Record...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR EXCHANGES. | 6/14/1878 | See Source »

...brothers that this little tale is told...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE SARCASM OF DESTINY.* | 3/22/1878 | See Source »

...must notice how much easier it is to concentrate his attention upon his books now than it was when, every time he raised his eyes, he caught sight of some fair maiden shut up in a dim recess behind an impassable bar, just like the heroine of a fairy-tale. All this is changed; but still the obstacle to study is not wholly removed. The most inveterate grind can scarcely maintain his composure, and calmly shuffle those puzzling cards in the catalogue, if, on raising his eyes, he sees beside him a sylph-like form waiting patiently...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SMITH'S EDITORIALS. | 2/23/1878 | See Source »

...Thereby hangs a tale. I'll tell you as soon as I can make myself presentable. Well," continued he in a moment or two, "you know I went to Boscos. That village has particular charms for me just at present, and perhaps you can guess why I lingered and lingered until the last train had gone and my only hope was to catch the express as it stops for a moment at Boscos bridge. It was a breathless and stilly night, the tide at its flood but as calm as a lake, reflecting myriads of stars, that seemed arrayed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A TENDER STORY. | 12/7/1877 | See Source »

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