Prose and Verse, Volume 1Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - English literature |
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... that , in point of authenticity , the Pugsley Papers are the extreme reverse of Lady L.'s celebrated Autographs , which were all written by the proprietor . - No. I. - From Master RICHARD PUGSLEY , to Master THE PUGSLEY PAPERS .
... that , in point of authenticity , the Pugsley Papers are the extreme reverse of Lady L.'s celebrated Autographs , which were all written by the proprietor . - No. I. - From Master RICHARD PUGSLEY , to Master THE PUGSLEY PAPERS .
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... Ladies ' double channels , Gentlemen's stout calf , and ditto ditto . They've all been sold off under prime cost , and the old Shoe Mart is disposed of , goodwill and fixtures , for ever and ever . Father has been made a rich Squire of ...
... Ladies ' double channels , Gentlemen's stout calf , and ditto ditto . They've all been sold off under prime cost , and the old Shoe Mart is disposed of , goodwill and fixtures , for ever and ever . Father has been made a rich Squire of ...
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... Ladies , Mile End . MY DEAR JEMIMA , Deeply solicitous to gratify sensibility , by sympathizing with our fortuitous elevation , I seize the epistolary implements to inform you , that , by the testamentary disposition of a remote branch ...
... Ladies , Mile End . MY DEAR JEMIMA , Deeply solicitous to gratify sensibility , by sympathizing with our fortuitous elevation , I seize the epistolary implements to inform you , that , by the testamentary disposition of a remote branch ...
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... lady to import with her a black female servant , whom she rather abruptly dismissed , on her arrival in England . The case was considered by the Hampshire Telegraph of that day , as one of GREAT HARDSHIP ; the paragraph went the round ...
... lady to import with her a black female servant , whom she rather abruptly dismissed , on her arrival in England . The case was considered by the Hampshire Telegraph of that day , as one of GREAT HARDSHIP ; the paragraph went the round ...
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... lady said , " but looking like winegar , " and betraying as keen a sense of the profit and loss , as if the pack had turned you into a pedlar . But I am digressing ; and turning my back , as Lord Castle- reagh would have said , on my ...
... lady said , " but looking like winegar , " and betraying as keen a sense of the profit and loss , as if the pack had turned you into a pedlar . But I am digressing ; and turning my back , as Lord Castle- reagh would have said , on my ...
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Page 210 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 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.
Page 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 the
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 181 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! 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. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...
Page 43 - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Page 24 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Page 205 - 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. 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 behaviour, And leaving,...