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Pagina 22
... golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean And pale and leaden - eyed . At last he shut the ponderous tome ; With a fast and fervid grasp― He strained the dusky covers close , And fixed the brazen hasp ; " O God ! could I so ...
... golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean And pale and leaden - eyed . At last he shut the ponderous tome ; With a fast and fervid grasp― He strained the dusky covers close , And fixed the brazen hasp ; " O God ! could I so ...
Pagina 63
... golden - fleeced sheep suicidally sheepwashed themselves to death , by wilfully leaping overboard ! He said little in words , but more eloquently clapped his hands to his waistcoat , as if the loss , as the nurses say , had literally ...
... golden - fleeced sheep suicidally sheepwashed themselves to death , by wilfully leaping overboard ! He said little in words , but more eloquently clapped his hands to his waistcoat , as if the loss , as the nurses say , had literally ...
Pagina 75
... favorite Sir T. Browne- into " the land of the mole and the pismire " so hung with golden opinions , and honored and regretted with such sincere eulogies and elegies , by his contemporaries . To HIM , LITERARY REMINISCENCES . 75.
... favorite Sir T. Browne- into " the land of the mole and the pismire " so hung with golden opinions , and honored and regretted with such sincere eulogies and elegies , by his contemporaries . To HIM , LITERARY REMINISCENCES . 75.
Pagina 92
... the Essay on the Defect of Imagination in Modern Artists , subsequently printed in the Athenæum . But besides the criticism , there were snatches of old poems , golden lines and sentences culled from 92 PROSE AND VERSE .
... the Essay on the Defect of Imagination in Modern Artists , subsequently printed in the Athenæum . But besides the criticism , there were snatches of old poems , golden lines and sentences culled from 92 PROSE AND VERSE .
Pagina 93
Thomas Hood. of old poems , golden lines and sentences culled from rare books , and anecdotes of men of note . Marry , it was like going a ram- ble with gentle Izaak Walton , minus the fishing . To make these excursions more delightful ...
Thomas Hood. of old poems , golden lines and sentences culled from rare books , and anecdotes of men of note . Marry , it was like going a ram- ble with gentle Izaak Walton , minus the fishing . To make these excursions more delightful ...
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Pagina 210 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Pagina 202 - 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. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Pagina 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 the
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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.
Pagina 181 - ... been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more ! Alas, alas, fair Ines, She went away with song ; With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng. But some were sad and felt no mirth, But only Music's wrong, In sounds that sang Farewell, Farewell, To her you've loved so long. Farewell, farewell, fair Ines, That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, — Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore ! The smile that blest one lover's heart...
Pagina 43 - Sir Anthony. I would by no means wish a daughter of mine to be a progeny of learning. I don't think so much learning becomes a young woman. For instance, I would never let her meddle with Greek, or Hebrew, or algebra, or simony, or fluxions, or paradoxes, or such inflammatory branches of learning; neither would it be necessary for her to handle any of your mathematical, astronomical, diabolical instruments.
Pagina 24 - And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Pagina 205 - Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair! Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly, — Smooth, and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring 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 behaviour, And leaving,...