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... soul in the parish of Dolour , which he honoured with his resi- dence , and for never in his life having ex- pressed himself satisfied with the weather which Heaven was pleased to send , was re- moved to a place where we sincerely hope ...
... soul in the parish of Dolour , which he honoured with his resi- dence , and for never in his life having ex- pressed himself satisfied with the weather which Heaven was pleased to send , was re- moved to a place where we sincerely hope ...
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... soul ) said to his black cat , betwixt the Primo and Secundo of the Memorial in the great case of Bother against Bore'um . " " What have you put down now ? " was one general exclamation . " My character of Peter Grievance , I think ...
... soul ) said to his black cat , betwixt the Primo and Secundo of the Memorial in the great case of Bother against Bore'um . " " What have you put down now ? " was one general exclamation . " My character of Peter Grievance , I think ...
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... soul ; But their long - headed chief , the Sheik Ul - Sofit , More closely touch'd the point ; - " Thy studious mood , " Quoth he , " O Prince ! hath thicken'd all thy blood , And dull'd thy brain with labour beyond measure ; Wherefore ...
... soul ; But their long - headed chief , the Sheik Ul - Sofit , More closely touch'd the point ; - " Thy studious mood , " Quoth he , " O Prince ! hath thicken'd all thy blood , And dull'd thy brain with labour beyond measure ; Wherefore ...
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... soul as any in the nation ; The sole remembrance of her warlike joys Was in old songs she sang to please her boys . John Bull , whom , in their years of early strife , She wont to lead a cat - and - doggish life , Now found the woman ...
... soul as any in the nation ; The sole remembrance of her warlike joys Was in old songs she sang to please her boys . John Bull , whom , in their years of early strife , She wont to lead a cat - and - doggish life , Now found the woman ...
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... Soul's Torment , Cluster - of - than the shape of her skull . pearls , Morning - star , and Moon - face , as if he had been the actual Lord of a thousand sultanas . Aristotle , in his book De Mira - mercial town at no great distance ...
... Soul's Torment , Cluster - of - than the shape of her skull . pearls , Morning - star , and Moon - face , as if he had been the actual Lord of a thousand sultanas . Aristotle , in his book De Mira - mercial town at no great distance ...
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Page 171 - Oh! there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, — As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought...
Page 209 - Tis to create, and in creating live A being more intense, that we endow With form our fancy, gaining as we give The life we image, even as I do now. What am I? Nothing; but not so art thou, Soul of my thought! with whom I traverse earth, Invisible but gazing, as I glow Mix'd with thy spirit, blended with thy birth, And feeling still with thee in my crush'd feelings
Page 163 - But midst the crowd, the hum, the shock of men, To hear, to see, to feel, and to possess, And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; Minions of splendour shrinking from distress!
Page 116 - Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York ; And all the clouds, that lower'd upon our house, In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Page 209 - Cut to his heart again with the keen knife Of silent, sharp endurance: he can tell Why thought seeks refuge in lone caves, yet rife With airy images, and shapes which dwell Still unimpair'd, though old, in the soul's haunted cell.
Page 26 - Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade! Methinks, he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen, that walk upon the beach, Appear like mice; and yon...
Page 28 - And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol, or a harp ; Or like a cunning instrument cas'd up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony.
Page 171 - The' acacia waves her yellow hair, Lonely and sweet, nor lov'd the less For flowering in a wilderness. Our sands are bare, but down their slope The silvery-footed antelope As gracefully and gaily springs As o'er the marble courts of kings.
Page 190 - Boastful and rough, your first son is a 'squire ; The next a tradesman, meek, and much a liar ; Tom struts a soldier, open, bold, and brave ; "Will sneaks a scrivener, an exceeding knave.
Page 182 - Thus Nature spake — The work was done — How soon my Lucy's race was run ! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene ; The memory of what has been, And never more will be.