The Metropolitan, Bind 14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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... tell him that you no longer require him , and that he may go to the devil and starve ? It may be said , that the half pay of 401. per annum is not sufficient ; we reply , that it is quite as much as the nation can afford ; and as no ...
... tell him that you no longer require him , and that he may go to the devil and starve ? It may be said , that the half pay of 401. per annum is not sufficient ; we reply , that it is quite as much as the nation can afford ; and as no ...
Side 17
... tell . All I know is , that after running like a maniac , seizing every body by the arm that I met , staring at them with wild and flashing eyes ; and sometimes in a solemn voice , at others in a loud , threatening tone , startling them ...
... tell . All I know is , that after running like a maniac , seizing every body by the arm that I met , staring at them with wild and flashing eyes ; and sometimes in a solemn voice , at others in a loud , threatening tone , startling them ...
Side 19
... telling so long a story , and that I should infinitely prefer that he should narrate to me what had passed since we had parted at Dublin , and how it was that I now found that he had joined the sect of Quakers . ” " Peradventure - long ...
... telling so long a story , and that I should infinitely prefer that he should narrate to me what had passed since we had parted at Dublin , and how it was that I now found that he had joined the sect of Quakers . ” " Peradventure - long ...
Side 21
... telling me that his wife knew my whole history , and that I might speak before her , he took his seat by the side of the bed , his wife also drew her chair nearer , and I commenced the narrative of what had passed since we parted in ...
... telling me that his wife knew my whole history , and that I might speak before her , he took his seat by the side of the bed , his wife also drew her chair nearer , and I commenced the narrative of what had passed since we parted in ...
Side 22
... Tell me , what is it that thou wouldest have me read ? I have no vain books ; but surely thou thinkest not of them , after thy escape from death . " " I care not what is read , provided that you read to me , " re- plied I. 66 Nay , but ...
... Tell me , what is it that thou wouldest have me read ? I have no vain books ; but surely thou thinkest not of them , after thy escape from death . " " I care not what is read , provided that you read to me , " re- plied I. 66 Nay , but ...
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Side 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Side 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Side 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Side 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Side 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Side 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Side 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Side 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Side 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Side 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.