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... fear seized all the little rout ! Look how a flock of panic'd sheep will stare- And huddle close -- and start and - wheel about , Watching the roaming mongrel here and there , ➡ So did that sudden Apparition scare All close aheap those ...
... fear seized all the little rout ! Look how a flock of panic'd sheep will stare- And huddle close -- and start and - wheel about , Watching the roaming mongrel here and there , ➡ So did that sudden Apparition scare All close aheap those ...
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... fear'd he all at once would hurl The harmless fairies into endless shade , - Howbeit he stopp'd awhile to whet his blade . Pity it was to hear the elfins ' wail Rise up in concert from their mingled dread ; Pity it was to see them , all ...
... fear'd he all at once would hurl The harmless fairies into endless shade , - Howbeit he stopp'd awhile to whet his blade . Pity it was to hear the elfins ' wail Rise up in concert from their mingled dread ; Pity it was to see them , all ...
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... fear's remark ; A hundred horrid stems , jagged and stark , Wrestled with crooked arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and ...
... fear's remark ; A hundred horrid stems , jagged and stark , Wrestled with crooked arms in hideous fray , Besides sleek ashes with their dappled bark , Like crafty serpents climbing for a prey , With many blasted oaks moss - grown and ...
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... fears , He feels his saving speed begin to flag ; For then they quench the fatal taint with tears , And prompt fresh shifts in his alarum'd ears , So piteously they view all bloody morts ; Or if the gunner , with his arm , appears ...
... fears , He feels his saving speed begin to flag ; For then they quench the fatal taint with tears , And prompt fresh shifts in his alarum'd ears , So piteously they view all bloody morts ; Or if the gunner , with his arm , appears ...
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... fear him , But tell them all how mild he is of heart , Till e'en the timid hares go frankly near him , And eke the dappled does , yet never start ; Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dart , Nor wrens forsake their nests among the ...
... fear him , But tell them all how mild he is of heart , Till e'en the timid hares go frankly near him , And eke the dappled does , yet never start ; Nor shall their fawns into the thickets dart , Nor wrens forsake their nests among the ...
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Página 181 - 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 182 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Página 3 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver ; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river : Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world...
Página 182 - O, men, with sisters dear! O, 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 252 - 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 my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Página 182 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Página 95 - 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!
Página 1 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; 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.
Página 393 - Poems, with Biographies, is added to these. Thus, in one book, a view of the Growth and Changes of the English Language, as seen in its Highest Developments, is possible. Not less than a Thousand Volumes have been examined in order to form a selection worthy to receive respect and regard from all Lovers of the Divine Art of Poesy.
Página 4 - Fashion' d 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 Fix'd on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd 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,...