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... living at Winchmore Hill ; thence they removed , about 1832 , to the Lake House , Wanstead , a highly picturesque dwelling , but scanty in domestic comforts . The first of the Comic Annual series was brought out at Christmas 1830 . In ...
... living at Winchmore Hill ; thence they removed , about 1832 , to the Lake House , Wanstead , a highly picturesque dwelling , but scanty in domestic comforts . The first of the Comic Annual series was brought out at Christmas 1830 . In ...
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... living , including the general readiness at speaking or understanding English . Gradually , however , the climate , extremely damp and often cold , proved highly unsuitable to him ; and , when he quitted Ostend in the spring of 1840 ...
... living , including the general readiness at speaking or understanding English . Gradually , however , the climate , extremely damp and often cold , proved highly unsuitable to him ; and , when he quitted Ostend in the spring of 1840 ...
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... Living but in the sun's indulgent ken , And when that light withdraws , withdrawing then ; — So do we flutter in the glance of youth And fervid fancy , —and so perish when The eye of faith grows agèd ; -in sad truth , Feeling thy sway ...
... Living but in the sun's indulgent ken , And when that light withdraws , withdrawing then ; — So do we flutter in the glance of youth And fervid fancy , —and so perish when The eye of faith grows agèd ; -in sad truth , Feeling thy sway ...
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... living sapphires daintily inlaid , — In all soft songs of waters and their reeds , - And all reflections in a streamlet made , Haply of thy own love , that , disarray'd , Kills the fair lily with a livelier white , - By silver trouts ...
... living sapphires daintily inlaid , — In all soft songs of waters and their reeds , - And all reflections in a streamlet made , Haply of thy own love , that , disarray'd , Kills the fair lily with a livelier white , - By silver trouts ...
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... living breath ; Juggle who will elsewhere with his own soul , Playing the Judas with a temporal dole- He who can come beneath that awfui cope , In the dread presence of a Maker just , Who metes to ev'ry pinch of human dust One even ...
... living breath ; Juggle who will elsewhere with his own soul , Playing the Judas with a temporal dole- He who can come beneath that awfui cope , In the dread presence of a Maker just , Who metes to ev'ry pinch of human dust One even ...
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began bird blood bloom bow'd breath bright brow call'd cheek clouds cold cried dance dark dead dear Death doth dream earth eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloomy gold Golden Leg grave green Gretna Green grief hand hath head heart heaven Hood Hood's horrid horse Huggins human John Hamilton Reynolds John Huggins light limb living look look'd Lycus maid Meanwhile merry Miss Kilmansegg moon morning Nelly Gray never night o'er once Otto of Roses perchance Peter Stone poor Quoth raining music rose round Sally Brown seem'd shade shine sighs sing sleep song soon sorrow soul stamp'd stept stood sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thro took tree turn turn'd Twas wave weep Whilst wild William dear WILLIAM MICHAEL ROSSETTI wings
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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.