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id: 1127
author: Shakespeare, William
title: The Tragedy of Othello, Moor of Venice
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  THERE IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY BE VIEWED AS EBOOK (#100) at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/100 ******************************************************************* ******************************************************************* THIS EBOOK WAS ONE OF PROJECT GUTENBERG'S EARLY FILES PRODUCED


id: 1793
author: Shakespeare, William
title: Othello
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  THERE IS AN IMPROVED EDITION OF THIS TITLE WHICH MAY BE VIEWED AS EBOOK (#1531) at https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/1531 ******************************************************************* ******************************************************************* THIS EBOOK WAS ONE OF PROJECT GUTENBERG'S EARLY FILES PRODUCED


id: 9865
author: Hergesheimer, Joseph
title: Java Head
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  He ate without attention whatever was before him, and extravagantly pleasant, related how he had conversed with Mrs. Gerrit Ammidon in the family carriage in front of the countinghouse of Ammidon, Ammidon and Saltonstone on Liberty Street. Sidsall appeared and took her place with a collective greeting; while Laurel, coming out of her abstraction, realized that they were discussing the subject in which nearly every conversation now began or ended--the solemn speculation of why her Uncle Gerrit Ammidon, master of the ship _Nautilus_, was so long overdue from China.


id: 15402
author: Dickinson, Anna E. (Anna Elizabeth)
title: What Answer?
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  Said Napoleon at Austerlitz to a young Russian officer, overwhelmed with shame at yielding his sword, Young man, be consoled: those who are conquered by my soldiers may still have titles to glory. Sunday followed,--a day filled not with a Sabbath calm, but with the stillness felt in nature before some awful convulsion; the silence preceding earthquake, volcano, or blasting storm; a quiet broken from Maine to the Pacific slope when the next day shone, and men roused themselves from the sleep of a night to the duty of a day, from the sleep of generations, fast merging into death, at the trumpet-call to arms,--a cry which sounded through every State and every household in the land, which, more powerful than the old songs of Percy and Douglas, brought children from their play, and old men from their chimney-corners, to emulate humanity in its strength and prime, and contest with it the opportunity to fight and die in a deathless cause.


id: 10549
author: Child, Lydia Maria
title: A Romance of the Republic
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  One day she spoke to Mr. King of the entire absence of gayety in her sister, and he said he feared young Mr. Fitzgerald painfully reminded her of her lost son. Mr. King then went on to say: Your father was Mr. Gerald Fitzgerald, a planter in Georgia.


