Prose and VerseGeo. Putnam, 1849 - 401 páginas |
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... facts of guilty acts Are seen in dreams from God ! tle told how murderers walked the earth Beneath the curse of Cain- With crimson clouds before their eyes , And flames about their brain ; For blood had left upon their souls Its ...
... facts of guilty acts Are seen in dreams from God ! tle told how murderers walked the earth Beneath the curse of Cain- With crimson clouds before their eyes , And flames about their brain ; For blood had left upon their souls Its ...
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... fact , the mistress had arrived at the determi- nation of giving both her white hussies their month's warning , when unexpectedly the thief was taken , as the lawyers say , “ in the manner , " and with the goods upon the person . In a ...
... fact , the mistress had arrived at the determi- nation of giving both her white hussies their month's warning , when unexpectedly the thief was taken , as the lawyers say , “ in the manner , " and with the goods upon the person . In a ...
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... fact the owner has been taken sundry times , ere now , for a Methodist Minister , and a pious turn has been attributed to his hair - lucus a non lucendo - from its having no turn in it at all . * In like manner my literary ...
... fact the owner has been taken sundry times , ere now , for a Methodist Minister , and a pious turn has been attributed to his hair - lucus a non lucendo - from its having no turn in it at all . * In like manner my literary ...
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... fact , I recollect receiving but one soli- tary serious admonition , and that was from a she cousin of ten years old , that the Spectator I was reading on a Sunday morn- ing , " was not the Bible . " For there was still much of this ...
... fact , I recollect receiving but one soli- tary serious admonition , and that was from a she cousin of ten years old , that the Spectator I was reading on a Sunday morn- ing , " was not the Bible . " For there was still much of this ...
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... facts were briefly these . A spicy - tempered captain of Artillery , in a dispute with a su- perior officer , had rashly cashiered himself by either throwing up or tearing up his commission . In this dilemma he arrived at Dundee , to ...
... facts were briefly these . A spicy - tempered captain of Artillery , in a dispute with a su- perior officer , had rashly cashiered himself by either throwing up or tearing up his commission . In this dilemma he arrived at Dundee , to ...
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Página 205 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred 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 behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! (The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Página 203 - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful : Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses...
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 102 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
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 27 - As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare ! " 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 ! " So wills the fierce avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he 's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...
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...
Página 202 - 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 25 - I took the dreary body up, And cast it in a stream — A sluggish water black as ink, The depth was so extreme. — My gentle boy, remember this Is nothing but a dream ! " Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, And...
Página 130 - 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!