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... heart - worship paid to veritable greatness . Mr. Hood did not ; he was too sensitive , too refined , to endure it ; the dislike to being pointed at as the man who was funny ' kept him out of a crowd , where there were always numbers ...
... heart - worship paid to veritable greatness . Mr. Hood did not ; he was too sensitive , too refined , to endure it ; the dislike to being pointed at as the man who was funny ' kept him out of a crowd , where there were always numbers ...
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... heart of the writer , whose warmth in the expression of personal solic- itude for himself and his family , and of admiration for his produc- tions ( with which Sir Robert seemed to be well acquainted ) , we firmly believe imparted more ...
... heart of the writer , whose warmth in the expression of personal solic- itude for himself and his family , and of admiration for his produc- tions ( with which Sir Robert seemed to be well acquainted ) , we firmly believe imparted more ...
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... heart . " I do not think , therefore , that there was any levity in his character because he was an humorist . I do not think , because you find in his C works that with his rich wit and his great possessions LIFE OF HOOD . XXV.
... heart . " I do not think , therefore , that there was any levity in his character because he was an humorist . I do not think , because you find in his C works that with his rich wit and his great possessions LIFE OF HOOD . XXV.
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... heart by a sincere inscription . An intimacy and dearness , worthy of a much earlier date than our acquaintance can refer to , direct me at once to your name . and with this acknowledgment of your ever kind feeling towards me , I desire ...
... heart by a sincere inscription . An intimacy and dearness , worthy of a much earlier date than our acquaintance can refer to , direct me at once to your name . and with this acknowledgment of your ever kind feeling towards me , I desire ...
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... hearts embroidered on our wings , To show our constant patronage of love : We sit at even , in sweet bowers above Lovers , and shake rich odors on the air , To mingle with their sighs ; and still remove The startling owl , and bid the ...
... hearts embroidered on our wings , To show our constant patronage of love : We sit at even , in sweet bowers above Lovers , and shake rich odors on the air , To mingle with their sighs ; and still remove The startling owl , and bid the ...
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Page xxvii - We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. ' So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about, As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. ' Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. ' For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 143 - 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 that remains of her Now, is pure womanly.
Page 149 - 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
Page 146 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, — Over the brink of it : Picture it,- — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it, Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly Decently, — kindly, — Smooth and compose them...
Page 149 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to...
Page 106 - The Usher took six hasty strides, As smit with sudden pain, Six hasty strides beyond the place, Then slowly back again; And down he sat beside the lad, And talked with him of Cain; 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...
Page 178 - 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 164 - I saw thee, lovely Ines, Descend along the shore, With bands of noble gentlemen, And banners waved before; And gentle youth and maidens gay, And snowy plumes they wore; It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more!
Page 170 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; — Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Page 392 - Nelly Gray! Is this your love so warm? The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.