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... voices , in its eternal murmuring . Sick of the sea ! If ever I have a water - drinking fancy , it is a wish that the ocean brine had been sweet , or sour instead of salt , so as to be potable ; for what can be more tempt- ing to the ...
... voices , in its eternal murmuring . Sick of the sea ! If ever I have a water - drinking fancy , it is a wish that the ocean brine had been sweet , or sour instead of salt , so as to be potable ; for what can be more tempt- ing to the ...
Page 55
... voice " for several minutes afterwards . Such was my characteristic introduction to the Land of Cakes , where I was destined to spend the greater part of two years , under circumstances likely to materially influence the coloring and ...
... voice " for several minutes afterwards . Such was my characteristic introduction to the Land of Cakes , where I was destined to spend the greater part of two years , under circumstances likely to materially influence the coloring and ...
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... voice didactically warning me in the strain of the sage Imlac to the Prince of Abyssinia . In fact , I recollect receiving but one soli- tary serious admonition , and that was from a she cousin of ten years old , that the Spectator I ...
... voice didactically warning me in the strain of the sage Imlac to the Prince of Abyssinia . In fact , I recollect receiving but one soli- tary serious admonition , and that was from a she cousin of ten years old , that the Spectator I ...
Page 65
... smile rather sillier , the voice more guttural , and the cough worse than ever ) - " then you don't know " -but , like Macbeth's amen , the confession literally stuck in the culprit's throat 6 LITERARY REMINISCENCES . 65.
... smile rather sillier , the voice more guttural , and the cough worse than ever ) - " then you don't know " -but , like Macbeth's amen , the confession literally stuck in the culprit's throat 6 LITERARY REMINISCENCES . 65.
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Page 203 - 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.
Page 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. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light!
Page 200 - 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 208 - 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 !
Page 209 - Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch In poverty, hunger, and dirt,— Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a Shirt!
Page 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...
Page 26 - 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!
Page 202 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute Man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Page 209 - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
Page 131 - 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.