Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1845 - English literature |
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... lights . Allons ! Courage ! Things may take a L turn , as the pig said on the spit . Never throw down your cards , but play out the game . The more certain to lose , the wiser to get all the play you can for your money . Come - give us ...
... lights . Allons ! Courage ! Things may take a L turn , as the pig said on the spit . Never throw down your cards , but play out the game . The more certain to lose , the wiser to get all the play you can for your money . Come - give us ...
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... light reading , whereof I now present the first packet , in the humble hope that your dull hours may be amused , and your cares diverted , by the laughing lucubrations which have enlivened Hood's Own . THE PUGSLEY PAPERS . " " How the ...
... light reading , whereof I now present the first packet , in the humble hope that your dull hours may be amused , and your cares diverted , by the laughing lucubrations which have enlivened Hood's Own . THE PUGSLEY PAPERS . " " How the ...
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... light was in the sky- And sought the black , accursed pool , With a wild misgiving eye , And I saw the dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry ! 66 Merrily rose the lark , and shook The dew - drop from its wing ; • But ...
... light was in the sky- And sought the black , accursed pool , With a wild misgiving eye , And I saw the dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry ! 66 Merrily rose the lark , and shook The dew - drop from its wing ; • But ...
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... light ! The lilacs where the robin built , And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth - day , - The tree is living yet ! I remember , I remember , Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on ...
... light ! The lilacs where the robin built , And where my brother set The laburnum on his birth - day , - The tree is living yet ! I remember , I remember , Where I was used to swing ; And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on ...
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... light for every half- bottle , and finally drinks himself into a general illumination . Something of the above principle seems to have obtained in the case of a Portrait and a Memoir , which in literary practice have been usually ...
... light for every half- bottle , and finally drinks himself into a general illumination . Something of the above principle seems to have obtained in the case of a Portrait and a Memoir , which in literary practice have been usually ...
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Page 34 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing ; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high ; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky. It was a childish ignorance, — But now 'tis little joy: To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy ! THOMAS HOOD.
Page 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 ! T remember.
Page 26 - 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.
Page 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!
Page 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...
Page 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 !
Page 209 - The wounds I might have healed ! 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...
Page 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.
Page 180 - Ines" had always, for me, an inexpressible charm: O saw ye not fair Ines! She's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest...