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... leaving her the whole of his estate ( for she had no children ) , and thus she was enabled to gratify her taste for study and literary society to the fullest extent . In 1769 , she published her " Essay on the Writings and Genius of ...
... leaving her the whole of his estate ( for she had no children ) , and thus she was enabled to gratify her taste for study and literary society to the fullest extent . In 1769 , she published her " Essay on the Writings and Genius of ...
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... leaves his parents ' or tutor's side till his mind be well furnished with good principles , and himself arrived at the age of reflection and caution : yet temptations must come at last ; and when they come , will they have the less ...
... leaves his parents ' or tutor's side till his mind be well furnished with good principles , and himself arrived at the age of reflection and caution : yet temptations must come at last ; and when they come , will they have the less ...
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... leave far behind him ; " and , in alluding to some of his papers , handed to him for perusal after the death of this gifted youth , he observes , " I have inspected all the existing manu scripts of Chatterton , and they excited less ...
... leave far behind him ; " and , in alluding to some of his papers , handed to him for perusal after the death of this gifted youth , he observes , " I have inspected all the existing manu scripts of Chatterton , and they excited less ...
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... leaves , and wak'd her rich perfume , Thou , when thy fields and groves around thee spread , Lift'st , in unlessen'd grace , thy spiry head ; But many a lov'd inhabitant of thine Sleeps where no vernal sun will ever shine . Why fled ye ...
... leaves , and wak'd her rich perfume , Thou , when thy fields and groves around thee spread , Lift'st , in unlessen'd grace , thy spiry head ; But many a lov'd inhabitant of thine Sleeps where no vernal sun will ever shine . Why fled ye ...
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... leave the country , she removed with her children to a small cottage in another part of Sussex , and , while residing here , pub- lished a new edition of her Sonnets , with additions . She then tried her powers in another line of ...
... leave the country , she removed with her children to a small cottage in another part of Sussex , and , while residing here , pub- lished a new edition of her Sonnets , with additions . She then tried her powers in another line of ...
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Side 174 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Side 201 - BRIGHTEST and best of the Sons of the morning ! Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ! Star of the East, the horizon adorning, Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid!
Side 467 - 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 468 - O men with Sisters dear ! O 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 468 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Side 329 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon?
Side 437 - Old Kaspar took it from the boy, Who stood expectant by; And then the old man shook his head, And with a natural sigh, ' 'Tis some poor fellow's skull,' said he, 'Who fell in the great victory.
Side 176 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Side 365 - What sought they thus afar? Bright jewels of the mine? The wealth of seas, the spoils of war? — They sought a faith's pure shrine. Ay, call it holy ground, — The soil where first they trod! They have left unstained what there they found — Freedom to worship God ! Felicia Hemans.
Side 468 - 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 buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures