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Pagina 5
... walk for his pains ; though it should be a Scotch mile and a bittock . I have even known him to give up his visit in sight of the house . Besides , the best fence against care is a ha ! ha ! —wherefore take care to have one all round ...
... walk for his pains ; though it should be a Scotch mile and a bittock . I have even known him to give up his visit in sight of the house . Besides , the best fence against care is a ha ! ha ! —wherefore take care to have one all round ...
Pagina 8
... walk , and beg a lift now and then , or swing by the dickeys . Put on cordroys , and don't care for cut behind . The two prentices , George and Will , are here to be made farmers of , and brother Nick is took home from school to help in ...
... walk , and beg a lift now and then , or swing by the dickeys . Put on cordroys , and don't care for cut behind . The two prentices , George and Will , are here to be made farmers of , and brother Nick is took home from school to help in ...
Pagina 17
... walk of five miles more , through lanes and roads , that for dirt and sludge may confidently defy competition , not to mention turnings and wind- ings , too numerous to particularise , but morally impossible to pursue on undeviating ...
... walk of five miles more , through lanes and roads , that for dirt and sludge may confidently defy competition , not to mention turnings and wind- ings , too numerous to particularise , but morally impossible to pursue on undeviating ...
Pagina 28
... walking on the top of a house , or on a slide , or on a plank with a further end to it , that is to say , slapdash , all at once , without a moment's warning . She gave it up , to speak appropriately , in the lump .. She dropped it , as ...
... walking on the top of a house , or on a slide , or on a plank with a further end to it , that is to say , slapdash , all at once , without a moment's warning . She gave it up , to speak appropriately , in the lump .. She dropped it , as ...
Pagina 43
... walks , or rather processions , or maybe to the sufferings of those longer excur- sions of big and little , where a pair of compasses had to pace as far and as fast as a pair of tongs . Nevertheless , I yet recall , with wonder , the ...
... walks , or rather processions , or maybe to the sufferings of those longer excur- sions of big and little , where a pair of compasses had to pace as far and as fast as a pair of tongs . Nevertheless , I yet recall , with wonder , the ...
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Populaire passages
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,...