Prose and Verse, Volúmenes1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... wish at present , yet all well - directed efforts are sure to meet reward in the end , and altho ' I have chumped and churned two days running , and it's nothing yet but curds and whey , I should be wrong to despair of eating but- ter ...
... wish at present , yet all well - directed efforts are sure to meet reward in the end , and altho ' I have chumped and churned two days running , and it's nothing yet but curds and whey , I should be wrong to despair of eating but- ter ...
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... wish I had been less precipitous , for the sooty wretches stole four good flitches of bacon , as was up the kitchen chimbly , quite unbeknown to me . We have filled up the vacan- cy with more , which smoke us dreadfully , but what is to ...
... wish I had been less precipitous , for the sooty wretches stole four good flitches of bacon , as was up the kitchen chimbly , quite unbeknown to me . We have filled up the vacan- cy with more , which smoke us dreadfully , but what is to ...
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... 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 ! The lilacs where the robin built , And where my brother set The laburnum on ...
... 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 ! The lilacs where the robin built , And where my brother set The laburnum on ...
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... wishes seemed already half fulfilled , and it was not till many months afterwards that I actually crossed the Channel ... wish that the ocean brine had been sweet , or sour instead of salt , so as to be potable ; for what can be more ...
... wishes seemed already half fulfilled , and it was not till many months afterwards that I actually crossed the Channel ... wish that the ocean brine had been sweet , or sour instead of salt , so as to be potable ; for what can be more ...
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... wish but for ease , nor any attention but for misery . " In short the Rambler describes the whole race of Valetudinarians as a sort of great Bitumen Company , paving a certain nameless place , as some of the Asphalticals have paved ...
... wish but for ease , nor any attention but for misery . " In short the Rambler describes the whole race of Valetudinarians as a sort of great Bitumen Company , paving a certain nameless place , as some of the Asphalticals have paved ...
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Página 34 - 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 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 ! T remember.
Página 26 - 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.
Página 26 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "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 23 - And, long since then, of bloody men Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves ; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves ; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Página 210 - 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 - The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
Página 134 - 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.
Página 180 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...