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... door of our host , Thackeray's servant , seeing a stranger with his master , touched his hat and asked where he should drive us . It was then between one and two o'clock , time certainly for all decent diners - out to be at rest ...
... door of our host , Thackeray's servant , seeing a stranger with his master , touched his hat and asked where he should drive us . It was then between one and two o'clock , time certainly for all decent diners - out to be at rest ...
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... door . ' Whisht , ' says my father , ' here's the sojers come upon us now , ' says he ; ' bad luck to thim the villians , I'm afeard they seen a glimmer of the fire through the crack in the door , ' says he . ' No , ' says my mother ...
... door . ' Whisht , ' says my father , ' here's the sojers come upon us now , ' says he ; ' bad luck to thim the villians , I'm afeard they seen a glimmer of the fire through the crack in the door , ' says he . ' No , ' says my mother ...
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... door . " ' Oh , then , millia murther ! ' says Paddy , ' what'll become of me at all , at all , ' says he . Go aff into the shed , ' says I , ' behind the house , where the cow is , and there there's an illigant lock o ' straw , that ...
... door . " ' Oh , then , millia murther ! ' says Paddy , ' what'll become of me at all , at all , ' says he . Go aff into the shed , ' says I , ' behind the house , where the cow is , and there there's an illigant lock o ' straw , that ...
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... door , before he would allow it to be opened . He breakfasted alone : indeed , his tea equipage would hardly have admitted of his hazarding an invitation to a second person - any more than the quantity of esculent matériel , which , for ...
... door , before he would allow it to be opened . He breakfasted alone : indeed , his tea equipage would hardly have admitted of his hazarding an invitation to a second person - any more than the quantity of esculent matériel , which , for ...
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... door , in an amplitude of cap and gown and handkerchief , darning an eternal worsted stocking , and hailed the passers - by with the cheerful freedom of one well to do in the world ; and their three sons , well - grown lads from sixteen ...
... door , in an amplitude of cap and gown and handkerchief , darning an eternal worsted stocking , and hailed the passers - by with the cheerful freedom of one well to do in the world ; and their three sons , well - grown lads from sixteen ...
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Page 49 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
Page 83 - AT midnight, in his guarded tent, The Turk was dreaming of the hour When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent, Should tremble at his power ; In dreams, through camp and court, he bore The trophies of a conqueror ; In dreams his song of triumph heard. Then wore his monarch's signet ring, Then pressed that monarch's throne — a King ; As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing, As Eden's garden bird.
Page 49 - Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Page 364 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap : More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Page 6 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Page 49 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 23 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung ; By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Page 49 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Page 269 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade.
Page 73 - Rip recollected. The very character of the people seemed changed. There was a busy, bustling, disputatious tone about it, instead of the accustomed phlegm and drowsy tranquillity.