Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - English literature |
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... come under his experience or observation , the laws of Justice . Self - respect , self - inte- rest no less than a sense of justice , require the recognition , on our statute book , of the rights of the foreign author . The present ...
... come under his experience or observation , the laws of Justice . Self - respect , self - inte- rest no less than a sense of justice , require the recognition , on our statute book , of the rights of the foreign author . The present ...
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... Come - give us a song ! chirp away like that best of cricket - players , the cricket himself . Be bowled out or caught out , but never throw down the bat . As to Health , it's the weather of the body - it hails , it rains , it blows ...
... Come - give us a song ! chirp away like that best of cricket - players , the cricket himself . Be bowled out or caught out , but never throw down the bat . As to Health , it's the weather of the body - it hails , it rains , it blows ...
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... come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by miracle , off a lee - shore , and I , the skipper , am sitting down to my grog , and re - counting to you the tale of the past danger , with the manœuvres that were used to escape the ...
... come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by miracle , off a lee - shore , and I , the skipper , am sitting down to my grog , and re - counting to you the tale of the past danger , with the manœuvres that were used to escape the ...
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... come down here for the holidays . Don't be afraid . Ask your Sister to ask your Mother to ask your Father to let you ... comes down , we mean to bait our bull with him . There's plenty of New Rivers about , and we're going a fishing as ...
... come down here for the holidays . Don't be afraid . Ask your Sister to ask your Mother to ask your Father to let you ... comes down , we mean to bait our bull with him . There's plenty of New Rivers about , and we're going a fishing as ...
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... come , bring us a ' bacco - pipe to load the gun with . If you don't come , it can come by the wagon . Our Public House is three mile off , and when you've walked there it's out of everything . Yours , & c . , RICH . PUGSley . No. III ...
... come , bring us a ' bacco - pipe to load the gun with . If you don't come , it can come by the wagon . Our Public House is three mile off , and when you've walked there it's out of everything . Yours , & c . , RICH . PUGSley . No. III ...
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Page 34 - I remember, I remember 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 fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
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 ! T remember.
Page 26 - 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.
Page 26 - All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime; With one besetting horrid hint That racked me all the time — A mighty yearning, like the first Fierce impulse unto crime — "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 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 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 this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 209 - The wounds I might have healed ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart...
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 180 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...