Prose and VerseGeo. Putnam, 1849 - Всего страниц: 401 |
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... writing only when his better genius prompted him ; he would not have been com- pelled for ever to glean a scanty ... writer . With the exception of a few of his later poems — the Bridge of Sighs , the Song of a Shirt , and his earlier Eu ...
... writing only when his better genius prompted him ; he would not have been com- pelled for ever to glean a scanty ... writer . With the exception of a few of his later poems — the Bridge of Sighs , the Song of a Shirt , and his earlier Eu ...
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... latest jest . No man with a soul capable of enjoying the honest , heartfelt appeals of this truly humorous writer can deny the injustice of a system by which Hood was deprived of the least participation in the profits of viii PREFACE .
... latest jest . No man with a soul capable of enjoying the honest , heartfelt appeals of this truly humorous writer can deny the injustice of a system by which Hood was deprived of the least participation in the profits of viii PREFACE .
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... write more , but I know you will excuse my listening to the calls of dumb animals . It's the time I always scald the little pigs ' bread and milks , and put saucers of clean water for the ducks and geese . There are the fowls ' beds to ...
... write more , but I know you will excuse my listening to the calls of dumb animals . It's the time I always scald the little pigs ' bread and milks , and put saucers of clean water for the ducks and geese . There are the fowls ' beds to ...
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... writing is not being on speak- ing terms , and disconsolate parents in the case ; I waive venting of animosities till a more agreeable moment . Having perused the afflicted advertisement in the Times , with interesting descrip- tion of ...
... writing is not being on speak- ing terms , and disconsolate parents in the case ; I waive venting of animosities till a more agreeable moment . Having perused the afflicted advertisement in the Times , with interesting descrip- tion of ...
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... to liquidate the hay , on the ground that the policy was voided by the impolicy of putting it up wet . In other articles I am sorry I must write no altera- tion . Our bull , after killing the house - 18 PROSE AND VERSE .
... to liquidate the hay , on the ground that the policy was voided by the impolicy of putting it up wet . In other articles I am sorry I must write no altera- tion . Our bull , after killing the house - 18 PROSE AND VERSE .
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Стр. 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.
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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!
Стр. 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...
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 this " Song of the 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. 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...
Стр. 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...
Стр. 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...
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!