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... gave comicality a turn of predominance after the subsiding of the great poetic wave which filled the last years of the eighteenth and the first quarter of the nineteenth century in our country , in Burns , Scott , Coleridge , Wordsworth ...
... gave comicality a turn of predominance after the subsiding of the great poetic wave which filled the last years of the eighteenth and the first quarter of the nineteenth century in our country , in Burns , Scott , Coleridge , Wordsworth ...
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... gave him an annual salary of £ 300 , besides the separate pay- ments for any articles that he wrote . The Song of the Shirt , which it would be futile to praise , or even to char- acterise , came out , anonymously of course , in the ...
... gave him an annual salary of £ 300 , besides the separate pay- ments for any articles that he wrote . The Song of the Shirt , which it would be futile to praise , or even to char- acterise , came out , anonymously of course , in the ...
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... gave her back . " And long her lovely eyes were held in thrall , By that dear page where first the woman reads : That Julio was no flatt'rer , none at all , She told herself — and then she told her beads ; Meanwhile , the nerves ...
... gave her back . " And long her lovely eyes were held in thrall , By that dear page where first the woman reads : That Julio was no flatt'rer , none at all , She told herself — and then she told her beads ; Meanwhile , the nerves ...
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... gave her over - to an ass . Accordingly , the grisly Shade to bilk , Each morn the patient quaffed a frothy bowl Of asinine new milk , Robbing a shaggy suckling of a foal Which got proportionably spare and skinny— Meanwhile the ...
... gave her over - to an ass . Accordingly , the grisly Shade to bilk , Each morn the patient quaffed a frothy bowl Of asinine new milk , Robbing a shaggy suckling of a foal Which got proportionably spare and skinny— Meanwhile the ...
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... gave me to slumber , as if from one dream To another - each horrid , and drank of the stream Like a first taste of blood , lest as water I quaff'd Swift poison , and never should breathe from the draft , — Such drink as her own monarch ...
... gave me to slumber , as if from one dream To another - each horrid , and drank of the stream Like a first taste of blood , lest as water I quaff'd Swift poison , and never should breathe from the draft , — Such drink as her own monarch ...
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arms beauty began bird blood born breath bright cheek clouds cold course dark dead dear Death deep door double dream earth eyes face fair fairy fall fear fell gave gaze gentle give gold golden gone grave green grief half hand hath head heart Hood hope horse hour human keep Kilmansegg kind leaves light living look mind Miss moon morning nature never night o'er once play poor rich ring rose round seem'd sighs sight sing sleep song soon sorrow soul sound spirit stand stood sweet tears tell thee There's thing thou thought Till took tree true turn turn'd Twas warm wave wild wind wings young
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Página 179 - 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 179 - 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 378 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Página 94 - 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 I PART II.
Página xxxiii - 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...
Página 194 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Página 95 - 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 183 - 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 343 - BEN BATTLE was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms : But a cannon-ball took off his legs, So he laid down his arms ! Now as they bore him off the field, Said he, " Let others shoot, For here I leave my second leg, And the Forty-second Foot 1
Página 101 - Oh what a tale they told of fear intense, Of horror and amazement ! What human creature in the dead of night Had coursed like hunted hare that cruel distance ? Had sought the door, the window in his flight, Striving for dear existence ? What shrieking spirit in that bloody room Its mortal frame had violently quitted? — Across the sunbeam, with a sudden gloom, A ghostly shadow flitted.