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... living ? so stick to thy business and thy business will stick to thee . Of course , continued my mind , I am quite disinterested in this advice - for I am aware of my own immortality - but for that very reason , take care of the mortal ...
... living ? so stick to thy business and thy business will stick to thee . Of course , continued my mind , I am quite disinterested in this advice - for I am aware of my own immortality - but for that very reason , take care of the mortal ...
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... living . They were not picked from the Dead Letter Office , nor purloined from the British Museum . In short , I cannot , dar not , will not , hint even at the mode of their acquisition : the reader must be con- tent to know , that , in ...
... living . They were not picked from the Dead Letter Office , nor purloined from the British Museum . In short , I cannot , dar not , will not , hint even at the mode of their acquisition : the reader must be con- tent to know , that , in ...
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... living yet ! I remember , I remember , Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on ...
... living yet ! I remember , I remember , Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing : My spirit flew in feathers then , That is so heavy now , And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on ...
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... living liquid in its effervescing state , when it sparkles up , hissing and bubbling in the ship's wake - the very Champaigne of water ! Above all , what intellectual solar and soothing syrup have I not derived from the mere ...
... living liquid in its effervescing state , when it sparkles up , hissing and bubbling in the ship's wake - the very Champaigne of water ! Above all , what intellectual solar and soothing syrup have I not derived from the mere ...
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... living , enjoying their sneeshing , their toddy , their cracks , and particular reminiscen- The very phrase of being " Scotch'd , but not killed , " seems to refer to this Caledonian tenacity of life , of which the well- known Walking ...
... living , enjoying their sneeshing , their toddy , their cracks , and particular reminiscen- The very phrase of being " Scotch'd , but not killed , " seems to refer to this Caledonian tenacity of life , of which the well- known Walking ...
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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.