Rosamund Gray, essays, letters, and poemsW. P. Hazard, 1857 |
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... POOR , IN THE WAYS OF A RICH NOBLE'S PALACE AND A POOR WORKHOUSE HYPOCHONDRIACUS • 287 288 A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO TO T. L. H. , A CHILD BALLAD , FROM THE GERMAN • 290 294 295 * DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM 296 * SALOME 297 * LINES ...
... POOR , IN THE WAYS OF A RICH NOBLE'S PALACE AND A POOR WORKHOUSE HYPOCHONDRIACUS • 287 288 A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO TO T. L. H. , A CHILD BALLAD , FROM THE GERMAN • 290 294 295 * DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM 296 * SALOME 297 * LINES ...
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... poor dear father and mother ; I would have you think about them sometimes- it would be strange if you did not ; but I fear , Rosamund -I fear , girl , you sometimes think too deeply about your own situation and poor prospects in life ...
... poor dear father and mother ; I would have you think about them sometimes- it would be strange if you did not ; but I fear , Rosamund -I fear , girl , you sometimes think too deeply about your own situation and poor prospects in life ...
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... poor cottage . Dost hear , girl ? Why don't you answer ? Come , I did not mean to say anything to hurt you - speak to me , Rosamund - nay , I must not have you be sullen - I don't love people that are sullen . " And in this manner was ...
... poor cottage . Dost hear , girl ? Why don't you answer ? Come , I did not mean to say anything to hurt you - speak to me , Rosamund - nay , I must not have you be sullen - I don't love people that are sullen . " And in this manner was ...
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... poor soul would only fret , if she told her of it - and when once Margaret was set a fretting for other people's misfortunes , the fit held her pretty long So Rosamund that very afternoon began another piece of the same size and subject ...
... poor soul would only fret , if she told her of it - and when once Margaret was set a fretting for other people's misfortunes , the fit held her pretty long So Rosamund that very afternoon began another piece of the same size and subject ...
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... poor mortals . Luna- tics ! moonstruck ! Calumny invented , and folly took up , these names . I would hope better things from thy mild aspect and benign influences . Lady of heaven , thou lendest thy pure lamp to light the way to the ...
... poor mortals . Luna- tics ! moonstruck ! Calumny invented , and folly took up , these names . I would hope better things from thy mild aspect and benign influences . Lady of heaven , thou lendest thy pure lamp to light the way to the ...
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Стр. 143 - Achilles' image stood his spear Grip'd in an armed hand; himself behind Was left unseen, save to the eye of mind: A hand, a foot, a face, a leg, a head, Stood for the whole to be imagined.
Стр. 90 - O, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better for my life provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand...
Стр. 281 - Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have a friend, a kinder friend has no man ; Like an ingrate, I left my friend abruptly ; Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces.
Стр. 177 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Стр. 281 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES I HAVE had playmates, I have had companions In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Стр. 292 - Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss, And those forms of old admiring, Call her Cockatrice and Siren, Basilisk, and all that's evil, Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil, Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor, Monkey, Ape, and twenty more; Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe, — Not that she is truly so, But no other way they know A contentment to express, Borders so upon excess, That they do not rightly wot Whether it be pain or not.
Стр. 120 - Milton, as if personating one of the zealots of the old law, clothed himself when he sat down to paint the acts of Samson against the uncircumcised. The great obstacle to Chapman's translations" being read, is their unconquerable quaintness. He pours out in the same breath the most just and natural, and the most violent and crude expressions.
Стр. 82 - It may seem a paradox, but I cannot help being of opinion that the plays of Shakespeare are less calculated for performance on a stage, than those of almost any other dramatist whatever.
Стр. 307 - twere to tell, How with a nobler zeal, and warmer love, She served her heavenly master. I have seen That reverend form bent down with age and pain And rankling malady. Yet not for this Ceased she to praise her maker, or withdrew Her trust in him, her faith, and humble hope — So meekly had she learn'd to bear her cross — For she had studied patience in the school Of Christ, much comfort she had thence derived, And was a follower of the NAZARENE.
Стр. 273 - WHEN maidens such as Hester die Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try With vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That...