English Literature of the Nineteenth Century ...E.C. & J. Biddle, 1851 - 746 pages |
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... called Lies of Bene- ELIZA COOK , Notice of , 682 volence , A Tale of Potted Sprats , / The World , 683 Cupid's Arrow , 684 Nature's Gentleman , 684 HENRY HART MILMAN , The Mourners , 685 Biographical Sketch , The Loved one was not ...
... called Lies of Bene- ELIZA COOK , Notice of , 682 volence , A Tale of Potted Sprats , / The World , 683 Cupid's Arrow , 684 Nature's Gentleman , 684 HENRY HART MILMAN , The Mourners , 685 Biographical Sketch , The Loved one was not ...
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... called almost every year to mourn the loss of some near and dear friend . Towards the close of the century her faculties began to decay , and she died at Hadley , on the 25th of December , 1801 . ODE TO SOLITUDE . Thou gentle nurse of ...
... called almost every year to mourn the loss of some near and dear friend . Towards the close of the century her faculties began to decay , and she died at Hadley , on the 25th of December , 1801 . ODE TO SOLITUDE . Thou gentle nurse of ...
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... called from the " blue stockings " worn by a Mr. Stillingfleet , a member of this literary club . Such were the charms of his conversation , that when he was absent , it used to be said , " We can do nothing without the blue stock- ings ...
... called from the " blue stockings " worn by a Mr. Stillingfleet , a member of this literary club . Such were the charms of his conversation , that when he was absent , it used to be said , " We can do nothing without the blue stock- ings ...
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... called Superstition ; she is the child of Discontent , and her followers are Fear and Sorrow . Thus different as we are , she has often the insolence to assume my name and character , and seduces unhappy mortals to think us the same ...
... called Superstition ; she is the child of Discontent , and her followers are Fear and Sorrow . Thus different as we are , she has often the insolence to assume my name and character , and seduces unhappy mortals to think us the same ...
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... called the " Monthly Preceptor , " having proposed prize themes for the youth of both sexes , Henry became a candidate , and while only in his fifteenth year obtained a silver medal for a translation from Horace , and the next year a ...
... called the " Monthly Preceptor , " having proposed prize themes for the youth of both sexes , Henry became a candidate , and while only in his fifteenth year obtained a silver medal for a translation from Horace , and the next year a ...
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Page 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!
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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?
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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