Prose and Verse, Том 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... mind to Elia whom he loved . That this volume , undertaken in a spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cordially received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but ...
... mind to Elia whom he loved . That this volume , undertaken in a spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cordially received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but ...
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... mind , of your very humble servant ; -it is not , however , to be- speak your sympathy , or to indulge in what Lord Byron calls " the gloomy vanity of drawing from self , " that I allude to my personal experience . The Scot and lot ...
... mind , of your very humble servant ; -it is not , however , to be- speak your sympathy , or to indulge in what Lord Byron calls " the gloomy vanity of drawing from self , " that I allude to my personal experience . The Scot and lot ...
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... mind as the other frolics for the body . For on our own treatment of that excellent Friend or terrible Enemy the Imagination , it de- pends whether we are to be scared and haunted by a Scratching Fanny , or tended by an affectionate ...
... mind as the other frolics for the body . For on our own treatment of that excellent Friend or terrible Enemy the Imagination , it de- pends whether we are to be scared and haunted by a Scratching Fanny , or tended by an affectionate ...
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... mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from his back . To be sure , said she ...
... mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from his back . To be sure , said she ...
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... mind seeming to treat the matter very pleasantly as well as profitably , I followed her counsel , and instead of calling out for relief according to the fable , I kept along on my journey , with my bundle of sticks , —i . e . my arms ...
... mind seeming to treat the matter very pleasantly as well as profitably , I followed her counsel , and instead of calling out for relief according to the fable , I kept along on my journey , with my bundle of sticks , —i . e . my arms ...
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Стр. 210 - 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
Стр. 202 - 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 that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Стр. 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 the
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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.
Стр. 181 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song ; With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...
Стр. 43 - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Стр. 24 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Стр. 205 - Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring 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 behaviour, And leaving,...