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... kind enough , as Winifred Jenkins says , to wrap my bit of nonsense under his Honor's Kiver , ' without charging anything for its insertion . Here was success sufficient to turn a young author at once into a scribbling miller , ' and ...
... kind enough , as Winifred Jenkins says , to wrap my bit of nonsense under his Honor's Kiver , ' without charging anything for its insertion . Here was success sufficient to turn a young author at once into a scribbling miller , ' and ...
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... kind friend , but an invaluable critic , -one whom , were such literary adoptions in modern use , I might well name , as Cotton called Walton , my ' father . ' 66 ' I was sitting , one morning , beside our editor , busily correcting ...
... kind friend , but an invaluable critic , -one whom , were such literary adoptions in modern use , I might well name , as Cotton called Walton , my ' father . ' 66 ' I was sitting , one morning , beside our editor , busily correcting ...
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... kind ' God's field , ' and we must not desecrate it by vain and pompous eulogies over a fellow- mortal . All we can do is to commit him , with all his errors , to the mercy of God , and at the same time to keep his memory dear and his ...
... kind ' God's field , ' and we must not desecrate it by vain and pompous eulogies over a fellow- mortal . All we can do is to commit him , with all his errors , to the mercy of God , and at the same time to keep his memory dear and his ...
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... which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . TO CHARLES LAMB xxviii LIFE OF HOOD .
... which Kensal - green is filling . But , in- dependently of any consideration of that kind , this must ever be one of the chief treasures of the place . THE PLEA OF THE MIDSUMMER FAIRIES . TO CHARLES LAMB xxviii LIFE OF HOOD .
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... kind feeling towards me , I desire to record a respect and admiration for you as a writer , which no one ac- quainted with our literature , save Elia himself , will think disproportionate or mis- placed . If I had not these better ...
... kind feeling towards me , I desire to record a respect and admiration for you as a writer , which no one ac- quainted with our literature , save Elia himself , will think disproportionate or mis- placed . If I had not these better ...
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beauty bird blood bloom breath Bridge of Sighs bright brow Charles Lamb cheek cloud cold crooked dame dance dark dead deaf dear death doth dream earth elves Eugene Aram eyes face fair fairy fancy fear flowers gaze gentle gloom gold Golden Leg green grief hair hand hath head heard heart heaven HERO AND LEANDER horrid human hung kiss light limbs lips living look Love's lullaby Lycus Meanwhile melancholy Miss Kilmansegg moon morn Nelly Gray never night Number o'er once Otto of Roses pale perchance pity poor raining music rich rose Rotterdam round Sally Brown Saturn seemed shade shadows shine sighs sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tender thee There's thing Thomas Hood thou thought thrush tree trumpet turned voice walk wave weep Wherefore Whilst wild wind wings young zounds
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Page 147 - ... Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still, with a voice of dolorous pitch, She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Page 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 178 - 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...
Page 179 - Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The...
Page xxvii - ... to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 144 - Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister? Had she a brother? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet than all other?
Page 361 - But could not though he tried : His head was turned, and so he chewed His pigtail till he died. His death, which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton toll'd the bell.
Page 149 - 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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Page 164 - 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.
Page 431 - With antic toys so funnily bestuck, Light as the singing bird that wings the air, (The door, the door ! he'll tumble down the stair !) Thou darling of thy sire ! (Why, Jane, he'll set his pinafore afire!) Thou imp of mirth and joy...