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... never been christened , and it's nothing but right as the parson should be spoke to ; and if you was noways unwilling , I'd talk to Mr. Macey about it this very day . For if the child ever went anyways wrong , and you hadn't done your ...
... never been christened , and it's nothing but right as the parson should be spoke to ; and if you was noways unwilling , I'd talk to Mr. Macey about it this very day . For if the child ever went anyways wrong , and you hadn't done your ...
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... never a soul to save , If this is Christian work ! " Work - work - work ! Till the brain begins to swim ; Work - work - work ! Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam . Till over the ...
... never a soul to save , If this is Christian work ! " Work - work - work ! Till the brain begins to swim ; Work - work - work ! Till the eyes are heavy and dim ! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam . Till over the ...
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... never having the least inclina- tion to oblige . I do not believe there ever lived a man to whose temper benevolence was so absolute a stranger . It was a sen- sation that , I dare say , never accompanied any one act of his power ; so ...
... never having the least inclina- tion to oblige . I do not believe there ever lived a man to whose temper benevolence was so absolute a stranger . It was a sen- sation that , I dare say , never accompanied any one act of his power ; so ...
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... never mind , I can get at them another way . Give your heart a slap , $ 0.- That's your liver . And that's your diaphragm . " His Lordship having found the required spot ( some people that I know could not ) and slapped it , the ...
... never mind , I can get at them another way . Give your heart a slap , $ 0.- That's your liver . And that's your diaphragm . " His Lordship having found the required spot ( some people that I know could not ) and slapped it , the ...
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... never would run with them , in fact he never would run at all . Having struck a match on that rib of Pe- gasus which was most convenient to my hand , I lit a cigar , and dropped the match , still burning , into the right ear of my fiery ...
... never would run with them , in fact he never would run at all . Having struck a match on that rib of Pe- gasus which was most convenient to my hand , I lit a cigar , and dropped the match , still burning , into the right ear of my fiery ...
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Side 37 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...
Side 65 - And heard, with voice as trumpet loud, Bozzaris cheer his band: "Strike ! till the last armed foe expires ! Strike ! for your altars and your fires ! Strike ! for the green graves of your sires ; God, and your native land...
Side 65 - Come in consumption's ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm With banquet-song and dance and wine, — And thou art terrible : the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know or dream or fear Of agony, are thine.
Side 37 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Side 103 - 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!
Side 123 - But wit, abstracted from its effects upon the hearer, may be more rigorously and philosophically considered as a kind of discordia concors; a combination of dissimilar images, or discovery of occult resemblances in things apparently unlike.
Side 37 - 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!
Side 90 - By a daisy whose leaves spread, Shut when Titan goes to bed; Or a shady bush or tree She could more infuse in me, Than all nature's beauties can In some other wiser man.
Side 65 - Come to the bridal chamber, death ! Come to the mother when she feels For the first time her firstborn's breath ; — Come when the blessed seals Which close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke...
Side 62 - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...