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Page 51
... suffered , " said his sister rebukingly . " I am glad it does . For my part , I think poetry is an unhealthy sign . If people would only be happy there would be no verses . They are the result of exertion and bile . I never made any ...
... suffered , " said his sister rebukingly . " I am glad it does . For my part , I think poetry is an unhealthy sign . If people would only be happy there would be no verses . They are the result of exertion and bile . I never made any ...
Page 70
... suffer , women soothe ; if we sin , surely you , good and persevering angels , weep , pray , and bring us back . Dearly do I love the face of sweet Mother Nature ; but I find in the development of the world , and the strange material ...
... suffer , women soothe ; if we sin , surely you , good and persevering angels , weep , pray , and bring us back . Dearly do I love the face of sweet Mother Nature ; but I find in the development of the world , and the strange material ...
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... suffering finds either better days or death . The meeting between them and Edgar was a warm one : of grati- tude on the one side , and on the other of satisfaction , such as always attends on seeing those whom we have benefited . The ...
... suffering finds either better days or death . The meeting between them and Edgar was a warm one : of grati- tude on the one side , and on the other of satisfaction , such as always attends on seeing those whom we have benefited . The ...
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... had come to say good - bye . I knew she loved me , as such creatures do love ; poor outcast ! It was a sad parting for her , from her affection for me , because she suffered so . I bid her take hope- repent 88 FIVE YEARS OF IT .
... had come to say good - bye . I knew she loved me , as such creatures do love ; poor outcast ! It was a sad parting for her , from her affection for me , because she suffered so . I bid her take hope- repent 88 FIVE YEARS OF IT .
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Alfred Austin. she suffered so . I bid her take hope- repent - be different - be pure . She wept ! and how bitterly . I soothed her , as I best could , with my voice ; yes , with my hands . As she was leaving me she said suddenly ...
Alfred Austin. she suffered so . I bid her take hope- repent - be different - be pure . She wept ! and how bitterly . I soothed her , as I best could , with my voice ; yes , with my hands . As she was leaving me she said suddenly ...
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Page 57 - SHUT, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The Dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt, All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out: Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land. What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide? They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide, By land...
Page 190 - And shadows forth its glory. There is given Unto the things of earth, which Time hath bent, A Spirit's feeling, and where he hath leant His hand, but broke his scythe, there is a power And magic in the ruined battlement, For which the Palace of the present hour Must yield its pomp, and wait till Ages are its dower.
Page 14 - We live in an age when to be young and to be indifferent can no longer be synonymous. We must prepare for the coming hour. The claims of the future are represented by suffering millions, and the Youth of a Nation are the trustees of posterity.
Page 132 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 86 - Past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart ! and cease repining ; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining ; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary.
Page 211 - Tender, purest maidenhood, harbouring chaste thoughts with jealous care, that, a moment ago, would have loosed the hand which was too freely pressed, trembles not, starts not, shrinks not from — nay, rushes to divide — the passionate embrace and the wildest kiss.