Works, Volume 9E. Moxon, 1872 |
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... soon as completely " superseded " in our poetry and prose as in our plate . We are beginning to adopt the " perfect substitute " for the sounds of Milton and of Barrow and there is particularly a rage for the German article . : Gold has ...
... soon as completely " superseded " in our poetry and prose as in our plate . We are beginning to adopt the " perfect substitute " for the sounds of Milton and of Barrow and there is particularly a rage for the German article . : Gold has ...
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... soon be nothing golden left us but - mediocrity ! We have been startled by the following announcement : " CHEMICA ANTIQUA . - The philosophical experimentalist or other pupil , paying an entrance - fee of Two Hundred Guineas , may be ...
... soon be nothing golden left us but - mediocrity ! We have been startled by the following announcement : " CHEMICA ANTIQUA . - The philosophical experimentalist or other pupil , paying an entrance - fee of Two Hundred Guineas , may be ...
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... soon think of courage and quietism , tickling and tranquillity , philosophy and fly - flaps , serenity and stinging- nettles , nestling and gnats , calm and cantharides , bliss and a blister . No , nothing can settle there but the ...
... soon think of courage and quietism , tickling and tranquillity , philosophy and fly - flaps , serenity and stinging- nettles , nestling and gnats , calm and cantharides , bliss and a blister . No , nothing can settle there but the ...
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... soon fish becomes unfit for use . Two or three times the natives have come in after hauling the seine at twelve o'clock at night . I have had fish cut open , cleaned , dried , salted , and separately hung over a line , and well ...
... soon fish becomes unfit for use . Two or three times the natives have come in after hauling the seine at twelve o'clock at night . I have had fish cut open , cleaned , dried , salted , and separately hung over a line , and well ...
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... soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted . The moping heron , motionless and stiff , That on a stone , as silently and stilly , Stood , an apparent sentinel , as if To guard the water - lily . No ...
... soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron , fond Of solitude , alighted . The moping heron , motionless and stiff , That on a stone , as silently and stilly , Stood , an apparent sentinel , as if To guard the water - lily . No ...
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Page 27 - 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 204 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; 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.
Page 29 - 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 99 - and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.
Page 100 - Hallo! A great deal of steam! The pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that!
Page 349 - ... to learn and labour truly to get mine own living, and to do my duty in that state of life unto which it shall please God to call me.
Page 94 - Oh ! but he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire ; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
Page 206 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd— Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
Page 370 - DOST thou, in the Name of this Child, renounce the devil and all his works, the vain pomp and glory of the world, with all covetous desires of the same, and the carnal desires of the flesh, so that thou wilt not follow, nor be led by them? Answer. I renounce them all.
Page 45 - O'er all there hung the shadow of a fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted...