Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - English literature |
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... heads of the Blue Devils - be they Prussian blue or indigo , powder - blue or ultramarine ! Gentle reader , how do you like this Laughing Philosophy ? The joyous cheers you have just heard , come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by ...
... heads of the Blue Devils - be they Prussian blue or indigo , powder - blue or ultramarine ! Gentle reader , how do you like this Laughing Philosophy ? The joyous cheers you have just heard , come from a crazy vessel that has clawed , by ...
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... head and heels . It seems very odd when ploughing is so easy to look at , but I trust he will do better in time . Experience makes a King Solomon of a Tom - noddy . I expect we shall have bushels upon bushels of corn , the sadly pecked ...
... head and heels . It seems very odd when ploughing is so easy to look at , but I trust he will do better in time . Experience makes a King Solomon of a Tom - noddy . I expect we shall have bushels upon bushels of corn , the sadly pecked ...
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... head , and he only revived to be sensible that the entire stock had been disposed of at an immense sacrifice . The whole amount I fear will be out of book , -as the Norwich Union refuses to liquidate the hay , on the ground that the ...
... head , and he only revived to be sensible that the entire stock had been disposed of at an immense sacrifice . The whole amount I fear will be out of book , -as the Norwich Union refuses to liquidate the hay , on the ground that the ...
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... head on his hands , and read The book between his knees . Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside ; For the peace of his soul he read that book , In the golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean And pale and ...
... head on his hands , and read The book between his knees . Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er , Nor ever glanced aside ; For the peace of his soul he read that book , In the golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean And pale and ...
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... head was like an ardent coal , My heart was solid ice ; My wretched , wretched soul , I knew , Was at the Devil's price ; A dozen times I groan'd ; the dead Had never groan'd but twice ! " And now from forth the frowning sky , From the ...
... head was like an ardent coal , My heart was solid ice ; My wretched , wretched soul , I knew , Was at the Devil's price ; A dozen times I groan'd ; the dead Had never groan'd but twice ! " And now from forth the frowning sky , From the ...
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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...