The King's College Magazine, Volumen2Houlston and Hughes, 1842 |
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... graves , was then lost for a season . Snow now lay upon those resting places of the dead - snow where the daisy and buttercup had grown ; snow thawed upon trees that the hands of love had planted ; snow sprinkled the grey walls of the ...
... graves , was then lost for a season . Snow now lay upon those resting places of the dead - snow where the daisy and buttercup had grown ; snow thawed upon trees that the hands of love had planted ; snow sprinkled the grey walls of the ...
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... grave , my mother near , watching as I wreathed a basket of flowers into garlands - they were for little Beatrice , then a girl . Strange that the thought of this should now return ! How changed is all since then ! I was then ELLERTON ...
... grave , my mother near , watching as I wreathed a basket of flowers into garlands - they were for little Beatrice , then a girl . Strange that the thought of this should now return ! How changed is all since then ! I was then ELLERTON ...
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... grave - clothes and her mouldering dust , to be again a child , -to love her Richard as of old she loved , that I might sit with her upon this grave , and tell her of affection pure as mine then was ! Oh , but for one such hour , - that ...
... grave - clothes and her mouldering dust , to be again a child , -to love her Richard as of old she loved , that I might sit with her upon this grave , and tell her of affection pure as mine then was ! Oh , but for one such hour , - that ...
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... grave , and made her a pattern for his children ; a mother bent over the grave of her son , it was newly filled , and the tear that fell upon it , although one of sorrow , was not of vain repining , for , as she wept , her thoughts had ...
... grave , and made her a pattern for his children ; a mother bent over the grave of her son , it was newly filled , and the tear that fell upon it , although one of sorrow , was not of vain repining , for , as she wept , her thoughts had ...
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... ! not all unmourned - may many pour Their blessings on my head when I am not : And may the widow's and the orphan's tear , Fall on my grave , and consecrate my bier . C. H. H. RANDOM SKETCHES , FROM THE NOTE - BOOK OF A 21.
... ! not all unmourned - may many pour Their blessings on my head when I am not : And may the widow's and the orphan's tear , Fall on my grave , and consecrate my bier . C. H. H. RANDOM SKETCHES , FROM THE NOTE - BOOK OF A 21.
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Página 194 - I loved Ophelia: forty thousand brothers Could not with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
Página 481 - Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself; unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art.
Página 255 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Página 303 - Avaunt ! and quit my sight ! let the earth hide thee ! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold ; Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with.
Página 305 - If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended: That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon, we will mend.
Página 193 - Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there...
Página 232 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Página 302 - And thou opposed, being of no woman born, Yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries 'Hold, enough!
Página 429 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Página 301 - The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .