Prose and VerseGeo. Putnam, 1849 - 401 pagina's |
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Pagina 3
... true as it is new . How else could I have converted a serious illness into a comic wellness - by what other agency could I have transported myself , as a Cockney would say , from Dullage to Grinnage ? It was far from a practical joke to ...
... true as it is new . How else could I have converted a serious illness into a comic wellness - by what other agency could I have transported myself , as a Cockney would say , from Dullage to Grinnage ? It was far from a practical joke to ...
Pagina 46
... for every true schoolmaster has his stock joke - not to " stand in my own light . " It was im- possible not to take an interest in learning what he seemed so interested in teaching ; and in a few months 46 PROSE AND VERSE .
... for every true schoolmaster has his stock joke - not to " stand in my own light . " It was im- possible not to take an interest in learning what he seemed so interested in teaching ; and in a few months 46 PROSE AND VERSE .
Pagina 52
... true cause of my retirement from Commercial affairs was more prosaic . My constitution , though far from venerable , had begun to show symptoms of decay : my appetite failed , and its princi- pal creditor , the stomach , received only ...
... true cause of my retirement from Commercial affairs was more prosaic . My constitution , though far from venerable , had begun to show symptoms of decay : my appetite failed , and its princi- pal creditor , the stomach , received only ...
Pagina 53
... true " Diamond of the Desert , " to say nothing of the same living liquid in its effervescing state , when it sparkles up , hissing and bubbling in the ship's wake - the very Champaigne of water ! Above all , what intellectual solar and ...
... true " Diamond of the Desert , " to say nothing of the same living liquid in its effervescing state , when it sparkles up , hissing and bubbling in the ship's wake - the very Champaigne of water ! Above all , what intellectual solar and ...
Pagina 54
... true proportions , and I look on the whole race of men , with their insignificant pur- suits , as so many shrimpers ! But this is a digression - we have made the harbor of Dundee , and it is time to step ashore in " stout and original ...
... true proportions , and I look on the whole race of men , with their insignificant pur- suits , as so many shrimpers ! But this is a digression - we have made the harbor of Dundee , and it is time to step ashore in " stout and original ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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!
Pagina 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...
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 this " Song of the Shirt !
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
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!