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... limbs of knotted yew ; His hands like rugged bark ; So he felleth still With right good will , As if to build an Ark ! Oh ! well within His fatal path The fearful Tree might quake Through every fibre , twig , and leaf , With aspen ...
... limbs of knotted yew ; His hands like rugged bark ; So he felleth still With right good will , As if to build an Ark ! Oh ! well within His fatal path The fearful Tree might quake Through every fibre , twig , and leaf , With aspen ...
Page 18
... limbs they twine , Bedew'd with tears of gum— Fierce agonies that ought to yell , But , like the marble , dumb . Nay , yonder blasted Elm that stands So like a man of sin , Who , frantic , flings his arms abroad To feel the Worm within ...
... limbs they twine , Bedew'd with tears of gum— Fierce agonies that ought to yell , But , like the marble , dumb . Nay , yonder blasted Elm that stands So like a man of sin , Who , frantic , flings his arms abroad To feel the Worm within ...
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... limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly , Decently , kindly , - Smooth , and compose them : And her eyes , close them , Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Thro ' muddy impurity , As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on ...
... limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly , Decently , kindly , - Smooth , and compose them : And her eyes , close them , Staring so blindly ! Dreadfully staring Thro ' muddy impurity , As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on ...
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... limbs That froze with winter's cold . " The wounds I might have heal'd ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought , As well as want of Heart ! " She ...
... limbs That froze with winter's cold . " The wounds I might have heal'd ! The human sorrow and smart ! And yet it never was in my soul To play so ill a part : But evil is wrought by want of Thought , As well as want of Heart ! " She ...
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... limb , and woe to him Who does their pay begrudge ! Who every weekly score Docks labour's little mite , Bestows on the poor at the temple door , But robb'd them over night . The very shilling he hoped to save , As health and morals fail ...
... limb , and woe to him Who does their pay begrudge ! Who every weekly score Docks labour's little mite , Bestows on the poor at the temple door , But robb'd them over night . The very shilling he hoped to save , As health and morals fail ...
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Page 41 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 42 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 47 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 45 - 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 !
Page 4 - ... ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Page 344 - 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 44 - 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 ! Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs, frigidly. Stiffen too rigidly. Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them ; And...
Page 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 35 - 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...