Prose and Verse, Том 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 |
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... Young Ladies , Mile End . MY DEAR JEMIMA , Deeply solicitous to gratify sensibility , by sympathizing with our fortuitous elevation , I seize the epistolary implements to inform you , that , by the testamentary disposition of a remote ...
... Young Ladies , Mile End . MY DEAR JEMIMA , Deeply solicitous to gratify sensibility , by sympathizing with our fortuitous elevation , I seize the epistolary implements to inform you , that , by the testamentary disposition of a remote ...
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... young ones will enjoy the country when the gipsies have left , but till then , I confine them to round the house , as it's no use shutting the stable door after you've had a child stole . We have a good many fine fields of hay , which I ...
... young ones will enjoy the country when the gipsies have left , but till then , I confine them to round the house , as it's no use shutting the stable door after you've had a child stole . We have a good many fine fields of hay , which I ...
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... young boy gave an upward glance- " It is the Death of Abel . " The usher took six hasty strides , As smit with sudden pain— Six hasty strides beyond the place , Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside 22 PROSE AND VERSE .
... young boy gave an upward glance- " It is the Death of Abel . " The usher took six hasty strides , As smit with sudden pain— Six hasty strides beyond the place , Then slowly back again ; And down he sat beside 22 PROSE AND VERSE .
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... young That evening in the school . " Oh heaven ! to think of their white souls , And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer , Nor join in evening hymn ; Like a devil of the pit I seem'd ' Mid holy cherubim . " And ...
... young That evening in the school . " Oh heaven ! to think of their white souls , And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer , Nor join in evening hymn ; Like a devil of the pit I seem'd ' Mid holy cherubim . " And ...
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... young gentlemen affirmed , " like a quart of berries sharpened to a pint . " In short , it always required six pennyworth of lollipops and bulls ' - eyes , a lick of honey , a dip of treacle , and a pick at a grocer's hogs- head , to ...
... young gentlemen affirmed , " like a quart of berries sharpened to a pint . " In short , it always required six pennyworth of lollipops and bulls ' - eyes , a lick of honey , a dip of treacle , and a pick at a grocer's hogs- head , to ...
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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,...