Prose and VersePutnam, 1851 |
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... sense of justice , require the recognition , on our statute book , of the rights of the foreign author . The present system has reached that point in the develop- ment of evil where a wrong being committed , every one suffers , no one ...
... sense of justice , require the recognition , on our statute book , of the rights of the foreign author . The present system has reached that point in the develop- ment of evil where a wrong being committed , every one suffers , no one ...
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... and directions , but trust more to nature and common sense . For instance , in fatting a goose , reason points to sage and oniors , -why our own don't thrive on it , is very mysterious . We have THE PUGSLEY PAPERS . 15.
... and directions , but trust more to nature and common sense . For instance , in fatting a goose , reason points to sage and oniors , -why our own don't thrive on it , is very mysterious . We have THE PUGSLEY PAPERS . 15.
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... sense within the slain ! But when I touched the lifeless clay , The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot , a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! My head was like an ardent coal , My heart was solid ice ; My wretched , wretched ...
... sense within the slain ! But when I touched the lifeless clay , The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot , a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! My head was like an ardent coal , My heart was solid ice ; My wretched , wretched ...
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... on discovering that the Moor had mur- dered her mistress , was scarcely greater than that of Miss Morbid ! She hardly , she said , believed her own senses . You might have knocked her down with a feather ! She BLACK , WHITE , AND BROWN .
... on discovering that the Moor had mur- dered her mistress , was scarcely greater than that of Miss Morbid ! She hardly , she said , believed her own senses . You might have knocked her down with a feather ! She BLACK , WHITE , AND BROWN .
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... sense of the profit and loss , as if the pack had turned you into a pedlar . But I am digressing ; and turning reagh would have said , on my face . uine— “ an ill - favored thing , Sir , " my back , as Lord Castle- The portrait , then ...
... sense of the profit and loss , as if the pack had turned you into a pedlar . But I am digressing ; and turning reagh would have said , on my face . uine— “ an ill - favored thing , Sir , " my back , as Lord Castle- The portrait , then ...
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Стр. 34 - 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 - 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. 21 - And souls untouched by sin ; To a level mead they came, and there They drave the wickets in : Pleasantly shone the setting sun Over the town of Lynn. Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Стр. 204 - 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.
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. 25 - 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...
Стр. 25 - Heavily I rose up, as soon As light was in the sky, And sought the black accursed pool With a wild misgiving eye ; And I saw the dead in the river bed, For the faithless stream was dry.
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 - 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.