Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - English literature |
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... sound so gratefully to the ear from the lips of a " squire of low degree . " There is something painful and humiliating to humanity in the abjectness of mind , that too often accompanies the sordid condition of the working classes ...
... sound so gratefully to the ear from the lips of a " squire of low degree . " There is something painful and humiliating to humanity in the abjectness of mind , that too often accompanies the sordid condition of the working classes ...
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... sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my departure from England , I was one of the few who saw the grave close over the remains of one whom to know as a friend was to love as a relation . Never did a better soul go to a better ...
... sounds that I can never hear , again . Before my departure from England , I was one of the few who saw the grave close over the remains of one whom to know as a friend was to love as a relation . Never did a better soul go to a better ...
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... sound home . He's blue eyes , and not to be call'd a squint , though a little cast he's certainly got ; And his nose is still a good un , tho ' the bridge is broke , by his falling on a pewter pint pot ; He's got the most elegant wide ...
... sound home . He's blue eyes , and not to be call'd a squint , though a little cast he's certainly got ; And his nose is still a good un , tho ' the bridge is broke , by his falling on a pewter pint pot ; He's got the most elegant wide ...
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... Sound of his Hammering is to hear the Knocking at Death's Door . To be friends with an Undertaker is as impossible as to be the Crony of a Crocodile . He is by Trade a Hypocrite , and deals of Necessity in Mental Reservations and ...
... Sound of his Hammering is to hear the Knocking at Death's Door . To be friends with an Undertaker is as impossible as to be the Crony of a Crocodile . He is by Trade a Hypocrite , and deals of Necessity in Mental Reservations and ...
Page 117
... sounds like a page of prose Till turn'd into Rupertino . Now to christen the infant Kilmansegg , For days and days it was quite a plague , To hunt the list in the Lexicon : And scores were tried , like coin , by the ring , Ere names ...
... sounds like a page of prose Till turn'd into Rupertino . Now to christen the infant Kilmansegg , For days and days it was quite a plague , To hunt the list in the Lexicon : And scores were tried , like coin , by the ring , Ere names ...
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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...