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... mind to Elia whom he loved . That this volume , undertaken in a spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cord lly received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but it ...
... mind to Elia whom he loved . That this volume , undertaken in a spirit of reverence for the author , in admiration of his genius , with the desire that he should be wisely known , will be cord lly received , cannot be doubt- ed ; but it ...
Side 1
... mind , of your very humble servant ; —it is not , however , to be- speak your sympathy , or to indulge in what Lord Byron calls " the gloomy vanity of drawing from self , " that I allude to my personal experience . The Scot and lot ...
... mind , of your very humble servant ; —it is not , however , to be- speak your sympathy , or to indulge in what Lord Byron calls " the gloomy vanity of drawing from self , " that I allude to my personal experience . The Scot and lot ...
Side 2
... mind as the other frolics for the body . For on our own treatment of that excellent Friend or terrible Enemy the Imagination , it de- pends whether we are to be scared and haunted by a Scratching Fanny , or tended by an affectionate ...
... mind as the other frolics for the body . For on our own treatment of that excellent Friend or terrible Enemy the Imagination , it de- pends whether we are to be scared and haunted by a Scratching Fanny , or tended by an affectionate ...
Side 3
... mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from his back . To be sure , said she ...
... mind luckily had no mind to give in . So , instead of mounting on the black long - tailed coach horse , she vaulted on her old Hobby that had capered in the Morris - Dance , and began to exhort from his back . To be sure , said she ...
Side 4
... mind seeming to treat the matter very pleasantly as well as profitably , I followed her counsel , and instead of calling out for relief according to the fable , I kept along on my journey , with my bundle of sticks , —i . e . my arms ...
... mind seeming to treat the matter very pleasantly as well as profitably , I followed her counsel , and instead of calling out for relief according to the fable , I kept along on my journey , with my bundle of sticks , —i . e . my arms ...
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amongst autograph better BLACK DRIVER boys bread burning called Charles Lamb common Cornelius Mathews course Dame dance dead deaf dear door double dream English evvery eyes face fancy fear feel fire gentleman gilded give gold Gold Sticks Golden Leg green hand head hear heart hint hope horse housis human lady Lamb light limb Lincolnshire literary literature London look Lord Lord Byron Master Humphrey's Clock mesmerism mind Miss Kilmansegg moral nature never night once Otto of Roses perhaps pirate Poet poor precious Quaker remember Robinson Crusoe seem'd seems Serjeant Talfourd short sick Sir Jacob Sir Walter Scott sort soul sound spirit There's thing THOMAS HOOD tree Trumpet turn Twas voice walk Whigs whilst whisper witch write young yure
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Side 203 - Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest. Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast ! Owning her weakness, Her evil behavior, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour ! (The vigour of this poem is no less remarkable than its pathos.
Side 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. I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups— Those flowers made of light!
Side 200 - Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour Death has left on her Only the beautiful.
Side 208 - 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 !
Side 209 - Men, with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Stitch— stitch— stitch In poverty, hunger, and dirt,— Sewing at once, with a double thread, A shroud as well as a Shirt!
Side 27 - As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there : And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare ! " 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 ! " So wills the fierce avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones ! Ay, though he 's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world...
Side 26 - 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!
Side 202 - Out of the world ! In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly 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 ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair...
Side 209 - Work, work, work ! My labor never flags ; And what are its wages ? A bed of straw, A crust of bread, and rags ; That shattered roof, and this naked floor, A table, a broken chair, And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank For sometimes falling there.
Side 131 - 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.