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... asked , pausing in her labours . ' Only a cart with a chair for Mrs. Keane . ' ' A chair ! I wish a cart would bring her money to pay her rent with ! ' ejaculated the angry lodging- house keeper , giving a violent and vicious tug to the ...
... asked , pausing in her labours . ' Only a cart with a chair for Mrs. Keane . ' ' A chair ! I wish a cart would bring her money to pay her rent with ! ' ejaculated the angry lodging- house keeper , giving a violent and vicious tug to the ...
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... asked for it again , nor told us where to send it ; and it is two years agone . She gave father money to buy a violin - a real Cremona , that speaks like a live creature ; and she got the manager of the Prince's Theatre to take him back ...
... asked for it again , nor told us where to send it ; and it is two years agone . She gave father money to buy a violin - a real Cremona , that speaks like a live creature ; and she got the manager of the Prince's Theatre to take him back ...
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... asked kindly after us all . ' ' Did she speak of mother ? ' ' Yes , oh yes , with tears in her eyes . ' ' God bless her ! ' and Weston dashed away himself the glittering drops that hung upon his lashes . ' Lennard , ' he went on , in a ...
... asked kindly after us all . ' ' Did she speak of mother ? ' ' Yes , oh yes , with tears in her eyes . ' ' God bless her ! ' and Weston dashed away himself the glittering drops that hung upon his lashes . ' Lennard , ' he went on , in a ...
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... asked . ' Father will never let me go to the theatre . She would not have liked it . It's only men who buy flowers there . ' Lennard turned as white as a sheet , and his eyes fell . ' Do you want me to go ? ' ' If you would - if you ...
... asked . ' Father will never let me go to the theatre . She would not have liked it . It's only men who buy flowers there . ' Lennard turned as white as a sheet , and his eyes fell . ' Do you want me to go ? ' ' If you would - if you ...
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... asked . Quite alone ! ' she burst out pettishly . " Why not ? Who is there in this place to keep me company ? ' ' Little Nell Weston , perhaps . ' ' Nell ! I am sick of her . ' ' Lennard , then , with his music . I know you never tire ...
... asked . Quite alone ! ' she burst out pettishly . " Why not ? Who is there in this place to keep me company ? ' ' Little Nell Weston , perhaps . ' ' Nell ! I am sick of her . ' ' Lennard , then , with his music . I know you never tire ...
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Side 141 - Arms, take your last embrace ! and, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death ! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide ! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. Here's to my love ! \Drinks.} O true apothecary ! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.
Side 262 - Thus, like some wild-flaming, wild-thundering train of Heaven's Artillery, does this mysterious MANKIND thunder and flame, in long-drawn, quicksucceeding grandeur, through the unknown Deep. Thus, like a God-created, fire-breathing Spirit-host, we emerge from the Inane ; haste stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane.
Side 260 - To-night I saw the sun set: he set and left behind The good old year, the dear old time, and all my peace of mind; And the...
Side 259 - YE who listen with credulity to the whispers of fancy, and pursue with eagerness the phantoms of hope; who expect that age will perform the promises of youth, and that the deficiencies of the present day will be supplied by the morrow ; attend to the history of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia.
Side 260 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Side 261 - The genius making me no answer, I turned about to address myself to him a second time, but I found that he had left me; I then turned again to the vision which I had been so long contemplating, but instead of the rolling tide, the arched bridge, and the happy islands, I saw nothing but the long hollow valley of Bagdat, with oxen, sheep, and camels grazing upon the sides of it.
Side 259 - The young men saw me, and hid themselves : and the aged arose, and stood up. The princes refrained talking, and laid their hand on their mouth. The nobles held their peace, and their tongue cleaved to the roof of their mouth.
Side 145 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Side 258 - THE splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. O hark, O hear ! how thin and clear, And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Side 262 - But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to God. ' " We are such stuff As Dreams are made of, and our little Life Is rounded with a sleep!