Prose and VerseGeo. Putnam, 1849 - 401 pages |
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... spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cordi lly received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but it is sent forth accompanied by a sigh of regret . The task of ...
... spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cordi lly received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but it is sent forth accompanied by a sigh of regret . The task of ...
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... spirits make friends with the animal spirits , and do not I , like a father romping with his own urchins , —do not I forget half my cares whilst partaking in their airy gambols ? Such sports are as wholesome for the mind as the other ...
... spirits make friends with the animal spirits , and do not I , like a father romping with his own urchins , —do not I forget half my cares whilst partaking in their airy gambols ? Such sports are as wholesome for the mind as the other ...
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... spirits , like the Barbadians . Don't salt it down , like the Net foundlanders . Don't pack it in ice , like Captain Back . Don't parboil it in Hot Baths . Don't bottle it , like gooseberries . Don't pot it and don't hang it . A rope is ...
... spirits , like the Barbadians . Don't salt it down , like the Net foundlanders . Don't pack it in ice , like Captain Back . Don't parboil it in Hot Baths . Don't bottle it , like gooseberries . Don't pot it and don't hang it . A rope is ...
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... spirits dance . " 3 A fico then for the Chesterfieldian canon , that laughter is an ungenteel emotion . Smiles are tolerated by the very pinks of politeness ; and a laugh is but the full - blown flower of which a smile is the bud . It ...
... spirits dance . " 3 A fico then for the Chesterfieldian canon , that laughter is an ungenteel emotion . Smiles are tolerated by the very pinks of politeness ; and a laugh is but the full - blown flower of which a smile is the bud . It ...
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... spirit there's always some com- fort in calamities , and if the preserves work and foment so , there's some hope that my beer will , as it has been a month next Mon- day in the mash tub . As for the loss of the elder wine , candor ...
... spirit there's always some com- fort in calamities , and if the preserves work and foment so , there's some hope that my beer will , as it has been a month next Mon- day in the mash tub . As for the loss of the elder wine , candor ...
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Page 205 - 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 203 - 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 dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses...
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 102 - Blessings be with them, and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves and nobler cares — The poets who on earth have made us heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays...
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 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 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...
Page 202 - 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...
Page 25 - I took the dreary body up, And cast it in a stream — A sluggish water black as ink, The depth was so extreme. — My gentle boy, remember this Is nothing but a dream ! " Down went the corse with a hollow plunge, And...
Page 130 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!