Prose and Verse, Volumen1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... REMEMBER , I REMEMBER 2225 21 28 34 VI . THE PORTRAIT ; BEING an apology FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT ON MY OWN LIFE 36 • VII . LITERARY REMINISCENCES . - INTRODUCTORY . 1839 41 VIII . MY APOLOGY 49 • • · IX . LITERARY REMINISCENCES , NO ...
... REMEMBER , I REMEMBER 2225 21 28 34 VI . THE PORTRAIT ; BEING an apology FOR NOT MAKING AN ATTEMPT ON MY OWN LIFE 36 • VII . LITERARY REMINISCENCES . - INTRODUCTORY . 1839 41 VIII . MY APOLOGY 49 • • · IX . LITERARY REMINISCENCES , NO ...
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... remember how the smug . glers trim the sails of the lugger to escape the notice of the cutter . Turn your edge to the old enemy , and mayhap he won't see you ! Come - be alive ! You have no more right to slight your life than to neglect ...
... remember how the smug . glers trim the sails of the lugger to escape the notice of the cutter . Turn your edge to the old enemy , and mayhap he won't see you ! Come - be alive ! You have no more right to slight your life than to neglect ...
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... Remember , you turn up Goswell Street to go to Lincolnshire , and ask for Middlefen Hall . There's a pond full of frogs , but we won't pelt them till you come , but let it be before Sunday , as there's our own orchard to rob , and the ...
... Remember , you turn up Goswell Street to go to Lincolnshire , and ask for Middlefen Hall . There's a pond full of frogs , but we won't pelt them till you come , but let it be before Sunday , as there's our own orchard to rob , and the ...
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... remember the mysterious gipsy at Hornsey Wood ? —Well , the eventful fortune she obscurely intimated , though couched in vague terms , has come to pass in the minutest particulars ; for I perceive perspicuously , that it predicted that ...
... remember the mysterious gipsy at Hornsey Wood ? —Well , the eventful fortune she obscurely intimated , though couched in vague terms , has come to pass in the minutest particulars ; for I perceive perspicuously , that it predicted that ...
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... remember before . You will confess my crosses and losses have been unusual trials , when I tell you , out of all my makings , and bakings , and brewings , and preservings , there has been nothing either eatable or drinkable ; and what ...
... remember before . You will confess my crosses and losses have been unusual trials , when I tell you , out of all my makings , and bakings , and brewings , and preservings , there has been nothing either eatable or drinkable ; and what ...
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Página 210 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Página 202 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Página 210 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich ! — She sang the
Página 23 - And, long since then, of bloody men Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Página 130 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Página 134 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted ! PART III.
Página 181 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song ; With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...
Página 43 - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Página 24 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Página 205 - Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving,...