Mary Barton: A Tale of Manchester Life, Volume 2

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B. Tauchnitz, 1849 - England - 423 pages

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Contents

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3
II
7
III
10
IV
19
V
30
VI
52
VII
71
VIII
81
XXI
239
XXII
247
XXIII
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XXIV
269
XXV
281
XXVI
290
XXVII
298
XXVIII
302

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X
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XI
131
XII
146
XIV
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XV
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XVI
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XVII
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XVIII
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XIX
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XX
227
XXIX
310
XXX
317
XXXI
323
XXXII
328
XXXIII
333
XXXIV
353
XXXV
366
XXXVI
379
XXXVII
393
XXXVIII
400
XXXIX
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Page 410 - Touch us gently, Time ! Let us glide adown thy stream Gently, — as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream ! Humble voyagers are We, Husband, wife, and children three — (One is lost, — an angel, fled To the azure overhead ! ) Touch us gently, Time ! We've not proud nor soaring wings : Our ambition, our content Lies in simple things. Humble voyagers are We, O'er Life's dim unsounded sea, Seeking only some calm clime : — Touch us gently, gentle Time ! EBENEZER ELLIOTT.
Page 7 - We're their slaves as long as we can work ; we pile up their fortunes with the sweat of our brows, and yet we are to live as separate as if we were in two worlds ; ay, as separate as Dives and Lazarus, with a great gulf betwixt us : but I know who was best off then,'' and he wound up his speech with a low chuckle that had no mirth in it.
Page 181 - No education had given him wisdom; and without wisdom, even love, with all its effects, too often works but harm. He acted to the best of his judgment, but it was a widely-erring judgment. The actions of the uneducated seem to me typified in those of Frankenstein, that monster of many human qualities, ungifted with a soul, a knowledge of the difference between good and evil.
Page 353 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o...
Page 227 - Fantastic passions! maddening brawl! And shame and terror over all! Deeds to be hid which were not hid, Which all confused I could not know Whether I suffered, or I did: For all seemed guilt, remorse or woe, My own or others still the same Life-stifling fear, soul-stifling shame.
Page 310 - A WET sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys. While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. O for a soft and gentle wind...
Page 131 - Mary, canst thou wreck his peace, Wha for thy sake wad gladly die? Or canst thou break that heart of his, Whase only faut is loving thee ? If love for love thou wilt na gie, At least be pity to me shown ! A thought ungentle canna be The thought o
Page 196 - While the men had stood grouped near the door, on their first entrance, Mr. Harry Carson had taken out his silver pencil, and had drawn an admirable caricature of them — lank, ragged, dispirited, and famine-stricken. Underneath he wrote a hasty quotation from the fat knight's well-known speech in Henry IV.
Page 1 - Whether the bitter complaints made by them, of the neglect which they experienced from the prosperous — especially from the masters whose fortunes they had helped to build up— were well-founded or no, it is not for me to judge.
Page 146 - THE MAID'S LAMENT. I loved him not ; and yet now he is gone I feel I am alone. I check'd him while he spoke ; yet could he speak Alas ! I would not check. For reasons not to love him once I sought, And wearied all my thought To vex myself and him : I now would give My love could he but live Who lately lived for me, and when he found Twas vain, in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death. I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me : but mine returns, And this...