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...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and femes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle light, and fireside conversations, and innocent...

...foot, and are not rooted up without blood. They do not willingly seek Lavinian shores. A new stnte of being staggers me. " Sun, and sky, and breeze,...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle light, and fireside conversations, and innocent vanities and jests, and irony iteelf—do these...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and fishes, and society, and the cheerful glass, and candle, light and fire-side conversations, and innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself- —...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holydays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fishes, and society, and...

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...not willingly seek Lavinian shores. " Sun and sky," he asks, humorously, yet wistfully, tearfully, " and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holidays,...jests, and irony itself— do these things go out with life?" He wants to know if a ghost can laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with...

...streets." A new state of being, he confesses, fairly staggers him : his household and solitary walk?, and summer holidays, and the greenness of fields,...innocent vanities, and jests, and irony itself— Ho these things go out with life?" He wants to know if a ghost can laugh, or shake Tais gaunt sides,...

...this earth of 1111116, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and sky, and breeze, and solitary walks, and summer holydays, and the greenness of fields, and the delicious juices of meats and fisbes, and society, and...

...on this earth of mine, in diet or in lodging, puzzles and discomposes me. My household-gods plant a terrible fixed foot, and are not rooted up without...and irony itself- — do these things go out with life 1 Can a ghost laugh, or shake his gaunt sides, when you are pleasant with him ? And you, my midnight...