Tales of a lay brother. Neville's cross1844 |
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... hand of man been here , " mused I , " but refinement and taste have adorned the mind which directed that hand . " My curiosity was excited beyond restraint , and again and again did I perambulate the bowery precinct , persuaded that ...
... hand of man been here , " mused I , " but refinement and taste have adorned the mind which directed that hand . " My curiosity was excited beyond restraint , and again and again did I perambulate the bowery precinct , persuaded that ...
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... the chances of having my curiosity gratified . Determined , never- theless , to push my point , and my usual forward manner of speech keeping the upper- hand of me , - " So old , and so churlish ! " I 8 INTRODUCTORY PREFACE .
... the chances of having my curiosity gratified . Determined , never- theless , to push my point , and my usual forward manner of speech keeping the upper- hand of me , - " So old , and so churlish ! " I 8 INTRODUCTORY PREFACE .
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... hand are sub- stituted for the exterior emblems of those good old virtues , unless I have met with a very indifferent sample . " " Young man , " rejoined the patriarch , casting on me a look of reproach and sorrow mingled , which I ...
... hand are sub- stituted for the exterior emblems of those good old virtues , unless I have met with a very indifferent sample . " " Young man , " rejoined the patriarch , casting on me a look of reproach and sorrow mingled , which I ...
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Tales. longitudinal pole of which his hands were meekly clasped . I turned with a sigh from the melan- choly , but ... hand is almost too weak to trace , his eye almost too dim to see - a cold and untroubled corpse . As he values the ...
Tales. longitudinal pole of which his hands were meekly clasped . I turned with a sigh from the melan- choly , but ... hand is almost too weak to trace , his eye almost too dim to see - a cold and untroubled corpse . As he values the ...
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... hand on his sword , and half unsheathing it , exclaimed— " Repeat , old man▭▭ 99 " Repeat ! Shame on the cowardly steel that thirsts for an old man's blood ! I tell thee , Sir Knight , that Helen Lumley , rather than wed with thee ...
... hand on his sword , and half unsheathing it , exclaimed— " Repeat , old man▭▭ 99 " Repeat ! Shame on the cowardly steel that thirsts for an old man's blood ! I tell thee , Sir Knight , that Helen Lumley , rather than wed with thee ...
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Page 111 - But, see, his face is black, and full of blood ; His eyeballs further out than when he lived, Staring full ghastly like a strangled man ; His hair upreared, his nostrils stretched with struggling ; His hands abroad displayed, as one that grasped And tugged for life, and was by strength subdued.
Page 253 - If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it ; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again ! — it had a dying fall : Oh, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south That breathes upon a bank of violets, ( Stealing and giving odour !— Enough ; no more ; ( 'Tis not so sweet now, as it was before.
Page 203 - But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought; And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?
Page 73 - Ooze to her skin, and stagnate there to mud, Cased like the centipede in saffron mail, Or darker greenness of the scorpion's scale — (For drawn from reptiles only may we trace Congenial colours in that soul or face) — Look on her features!
Page 141 - Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wilds Of fiery climes he made himself a home, And his soul drank their sunbeams: he was girt With strange and dusky aspects; he was not Himself like what he had been; on the sea And on the shore he was a wanderer...
Page 68 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy ; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Page 275 - The Convent bells are ringing, But mournfully and slow ; In the gray square turret swinging, With a deep sound, to and fro. Heavily to the heart they go ! Hark ! the hymn is singing— The song for the dead below, Or the living who shortly shall be so ! For a departing being's soul The death-hymn peals and the hollow bells knoll...
Page 108 - Daughter's dead! Hope of thine age, thy twilight's lonely beam, The Star hath set that shone on Helle's stream. What quench'd its ray? — the blood that thou hast shed! Hark! to the hurried question of Despair: "Where is my child?