Temple Bar, Volume 5George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates Ward and Lock, 1862 - English periodicals |
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... fear of the keepers we used as little powder and ball as possible ) we ate for our Sus- tenance ; for rogues must eat and drink as well as other folks . The greater portion , however , was discreetly conveyed , in carts covered over ...
... fear of the keepers we used as little powder and ball as possible ) we ate for our Sus- tenance ; for rogues must eat and drink as well as other folks . The greater portion , however , was discreetly conveyed , in carts covered over ...
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... fear of treachery from these Chaw bacons , but we had Enemies in the Chase nevertheless . Here dwelt a vagabond tribe of Bas- tard Verderers and Charcoal - burners , savage , ignorant , brutish Wretches , as superstitious as the Manilla ...
... fear of treachery from these Chaw bacons , but we had Enemies in the Chase nevertheless . Here dwelt a vagabond tribe of Bas- tard Verderers and Charcoal - burners , savage , ignorant , brutish Wretches , as superstitious as the Manilla ...
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... fear of God before my eyes , but being moved by the instigation of the Devil , I had , against the Peace of our Sovereign Lord the King , attempted feloniously to kill , slay , and murder one John Foss , a Corporal in His Majesty's ...
... fear of God before my eyes , but being moved by the instigation of the Devil , I had , against the Peace of our Sovereign Lord the King , attempted feloniously to kill , slay , and murder one John Foss , a Corporal in His Majesty's ...
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... fear . Truly , it is a bird and nothing more . But listen . One moment's patience , Beetleman , and you shall hear ! I was admiring and pitying the poor dead pigeon , and smoothing with my hand the plumage of its lovely glittering neck ...
... fear . Truly , it is a bird and nothing more . But listen . One moment's patience , Beetleman , and you shall hear ! I was admiring and pitying the poor dead pigeon , and smoothing with my hand the plumage of its lovely glittering neck ...
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... fear to wet a widow's eye . " But he urges that , if he dies childless , the world will be his widow , and himself be guilty of a " murderous shame , " a suicide who loves others as little as he really loves himself . The next sonnet ...
... fear to wet a widow's eye . " But he urges that , if he dies childless , the world will be his widow , and himself be guilty of a " murderous shame , " a suicide who loves others as little as he really loves himself . The next sonnet ...
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Page 58 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least ; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate ; For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Page 109 - O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 98 - 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 ! I remember, I remember...
Page 58 - When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope...
Page 66 - Two loves I have of comfort and despair, Which like two spirits do suggest me still : The better angel is a man right fair, The worser spirit a woman colour'd ill. To win me soon to hell, my female evil Tempteth my better angel from my side, And would corrupt my saint to be a devil, Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Page 61 - What is your substance, whereof are you made, That millions of strange shadows on you tend ? Since every one hath, every one, one shade, And you, but one, can every shadow lend. Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit Is poorly imitated after you ; On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set, And you in Grecian tires are painted new.
Page 60 - So am I as the rich, whose blessed key Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure, The which he will not every hour survey, For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure. Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare, Since, seldom coming, in the long year set, Like stones of worth they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
Page 56 - Poet's rage, And stretched metre of an antique song : But were some child of yours alive that time, You should live twice ; in it and in my rhyme.
Page 63 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 63 - ... provide Than public means which public manners breeds. Thence comes it that my name receives a brand, And almost thence my nature is subdued To what it works in, like the dyer's hand. Pity me then and wish I were renew'd, Whilst, like a willing patient, I will drink Potions of eisel 'gainst my strong infection ; No bitterness that I will bitter think, Nor double penance, to correct correction. Pity me then, dear friend, and I assure ye Even that your pity is enough to cure me.