Last GleaningsSampson Low, Son and Marston, 1864 - 257 pages |
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... grave in Brompton sleeps one , richly gifted by nature , who might have ripened into a dis- tinguished writer . Little does he care now , how- ever , for such distinction . It would deepen the peace of his rest if he knew how all who ...
... grave in Brompton sleeps one , richly gifted by nature , who might have ripened into a dis- tinguished writer . Little does he care now , how- ever , for such distinction . It would deepen the peace of his rest if he knew how all who ...
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... grave , with all the solemnity in the world . Of course when we returned we used to get up a burial on our own account - and I often think now that our mock interments were , after all , as real as many a funeral it has since been my ...
... grave , with all the solemnity in the world . Of course when we returned we used to get up a burial on our own account - and I often think now that our mock interments were , after all , as real as many a funeral it has since been my ...
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... grave for her husband- her white agonized face growing out of the sur- rounding gloom , as she stands with her hand upon the spade , like one of those awful nuns in Mr. Millais ' Vale of Rest ' - the Prosaic Nuisance whispers to his ...
... grave for her husband- her white agonized face growing out of the sur- rounding gloom , as she stands with her hand upon the spade , like one of those awful nuns in Mr. Millais ' Vale of Rest ' - the Prosaic Nuisance whispers to his ...
Page 77
... grave . As he was speaking he poured out a third glass of wine and drank it as a feverish man would drink water . I filled my glass and placed the decanter on the other side of me . Then for the third time I turned to him and exhorted ...
... grave . As he was speaking he poured out a third glass of wine and drank it as a feverish man would drink water . I filled my glass and placed the decanter on the other side of me . Then for the third time I turned to him and exhorted ...
Page 84
... on the day to which his dream had pointed , and now His space in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills Is - that his grave is green . X. Y ANOTHER OLD ACQUAINTANCE . OUNG FRED BUMPINGTON was. 84 LAST GLEANINGS .
... on the day to which his dream had pointed , and now His space in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills Is - that his grave is green . X. Y ANOTHER OLD ACQUAINTANCE . OUNG FRED BUMPINGTON was. 84 LAST GLEANINGS .
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Page 137 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Page 2 - FORASMUCH as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear brother here departed, we therefore commit his body to the ground, earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
Page 222 - Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Page 179 - I was very miserable. For Molly, who had nursed my brother Francis, and was immoderately fond of him, hated me because my mother took more notice of me than of Frank, and Frank hated me because my mother gave me now and then a bit of cake, when he had none...
Page 176 - Dining in a large party, one day, the modest divine was suddenly shocked by perceiving some part, as he conceived, of his own snowy shirt emerging from a part of his habiliments, which we shall suppose to have been his waistcoat. It was not that; but for decorum we shall so call it. The stray portion of his supposed...
Page 84 - These to their softened hearts should bear The thought of what has been, And speak of one who cannot share The gladness of the scene ; Whose part in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills, Is — that his grave is green ! And deeply would their hearts rejoice To hear again his living voice.
Page 177 - ... and so voluminously, that a very small portion of it, indeed, remained for the lady's own use; the natural consequence of which was, of course, that the lady appeared almost inextricably yoked to the learned theologian, and could not in any way effect her release, until after certain operations upon the vicar's dress, and a continued refunding and rolling out of snowy mazes...
Page 31 - If she be dead, then take my horse, My saddle and bridle also -, For I will into some far country, Where no man shall me know." " O stay, O stay, thou goodly youth, She standeth by thy side ; She is here alive, she is not dead, And ready to be thy bride.
Page 177 - REMINISCENCES laboriously stowing away into the capacious receptacles of his own habiliments — under the delusion that it was his own shirt — the snowy folds of a lady's gown, belonging to his next neighbour ; and so voluminously that a very small portion of it, indeed, remained for the lady's own use ; the natural consequence of which was, of course, that the lady appeared inextricably yoked to the learned theologian, and could not in any way effect her release, until after certain operations...
Page 184 - I'll let a Frenchman run me through the body before I'll run away.' ' That will do,' said the general, and Coleridge was turned into the ranks.