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... fall out with the plaster ; but so much the better : 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 ...
... fall out with the plaster ; but so much the better : 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 ...
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... fall his hat , dab . It vanished , as the French say , toot sweet . From the 30th of November , 1830 , not an ounce of sugar , to use Miss Morbid's own expression , ever " darkened her doors . " The truth was she had been present the ...
... fall his hat , dab . It vanished , as the French say , toot sweet . From the 30th of November , 1830 , not an ounce of sugar , to use Miss Morbid's own expression , ever " darkened her doors . " The truth was she had been present the ...
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... fall egregiously short of their own designs - as witness a case in point . Amongst my fellow passengers , on a late sea voyage , there was one who attracted my especial attention . A glance at his face , another at his figure , a third ...
... fall egregiously short of their own designs - as witness a case in point . Amongst my fellow passengers , on a late sea voyage , there was one who attracted my especial attention . A glance at his face , another at his figure , a third ...
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... falling on a pewter pint pot ; He's got the most elegant wide mouth in the world , and very large teeth for his age ; And quite as fit as Mrs. Murdockson's child to play Cupid on the Drury Lane Stage . And then he has got such dear ...
... falling on a pewter pint pot ; He's got the most elegant wide mouth in the world , and very large teeth for his age ; And quite as fit as Mrs. Murdockson's child to play Cupid on the Drury Lane Stage . And then he has got such dear ...
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... fall under the Evil Eye . Like the Witch that forespeaks other Cattle , he would rot you as soon as look at you , if it could be done at a Glance ; but that Magic being out of Date , he contents himself with choosing the very Spot on ...
... fall under the Evil Eye . Like the Witch that forespeaks other Cattle , he would rot you as soon as look at you , if it could be done at a Glance ; but that Magic being out of Date , he contents himself with choosing the very Spot on ...
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Términos y frases comunes
amongst autograph better BLACK DRIVER boys bread burning called Charles Lamb common Cornelius Mathews course Dame dance dead deaf dear door double dream English evvery eyes face fancy fear feel fire gentleman gilded give gold Gold Sticks Golden Leg green hand head hear heart hint hope horse housis human lady Lamb light limb Lincolnshire literary literature London look Lord Lord Byron Master Humphrey's Clock mesmerism mind Miss Kilmansegg moral nature never night once Otto of Roses perhaps pirate Poet poor precious Quaker remember Robinson Crusoe seem'd seems Serjeant Talfourd short sick Sir Jacob Sir Walter Scott sort soul sound spirit There's thing THOMAS HOOD tree Trumpet turn Twas voice walk Whigs whilst whisper witch write young yure
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Página 203 - 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 behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! (The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Página 34 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER" I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light!
Página 200 - 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 208 - 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 this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 209 - Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch In poverty, hunger, and dirt,— Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a Shirt!
Página 27 - As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare ! " Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep; Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep ! " So wills the fierce avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he 's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...
Página 26 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The Dead Man in his grave!
Página 202 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Página 209 - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
Página 131 - 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.