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... night by picking and stealing , notwithstanding I had ten dozen of bottles broke on purpose to stick a top of the wall . But I rather think they came over the pales , as George , who is very thoughtless , had driven in all the new ...
... night by picking and stealing , notwithstanding I had ten dozen of bottles broke on purpose to stick a top of the wall . But I rather think they came over the pales , as George , who is very thoughtless , had driven in all the new ...
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... night last , with almost not a shoe to his foot , and no coat at all , as was supposed to be with the approbation of parents . It appears , that not supposing the distance between the families extended to him , he walked the whole way ...
... night last , with almost not a shoe to his foot , and no coat at all , as was supposed to be with the approbation of parents . It appears , that not supposing the distance between the families extended to him , he walked the whole way ...
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... night , directly a strolling camp came and set up in the neighborhood . To avoid prolixity , when I came to take stock , there was no stock to take - namely , no eggs , no butter , no cheese , no corn , no hay , no bread , no beer - no ...
... night , directly a strolling camp came and set up in the neighborhood . To avoid prolixity , when I came to take stock , there was no stock to take - namely , no eggs , no butter , no cheese , no corn , no hay , no bread , no beer - no ...
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... night , I wrought A murder in a dream ! " One that had never done me wrong— A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field , The moon shone clear and cold ; Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two ...
... night , I wrought A murder in a dream ! " One that had never done me wrong— A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field , The moon shone clear and cold ; Now here , said I , this man shall die , And I will have his gold ! " Two ...
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... 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 THE DREAM ...
... 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 THE DREAM ...
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Стр. 203 - 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.
Стр. 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. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light!
Стр. 200 - 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. 208 - 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 !
Стр. 209 - Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch In poverty, hunger, and dirt,— Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a Shirt!
Стр. 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...
Стр. 26 - 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!
Стр. 202 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Стр. 209 - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
Стр. 131 - 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.