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... eyes , And flames about their brain : For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain ! " And well , " quoth he , “ I know , for truth , Their pangs must be extreme , - Woe , woe , unutterable woe , — Who spill life's sacred ...
... eyes , And flames about their brain : For blood has left upon their souls Its everlasting stain ! " And well , " quoth he , “ I know , for truth , Their pangs must be extreme , - Woe , woe , unutterable woe , — Who spill life's sacred ...
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... eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand , And call'd upon his name ! Oh , God ! it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touch'd the lifeless clay , The blood gush'd out amain ! For ...
... eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand , And call'd upon his name ! Oh , God ! it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touch'd the lifeless clay , The blood gush'd out amain ! For ...
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... eyes I dared not close , But stared aghast at Sleep : For Sin had render'd unto her The keys of Hell to keep ! " All ... eye ; And I saw the Dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry 66 Merrily rose the lark , and shook ...
... eyes I dared not close , But stared aghast at Sleep : For Sin had render'd unto her The keys of Hell to keep ! " All ... eye ; And I saw the Dead in the river bed , For the faithless stream was dry 66 Merrily rose the lark , and shook ...
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... eyes , and ears alert , As one who walks afraid , I wander'd down the dappled path Of mingled light and shade— How sweetly gleam'd that arch of blue Beyond the green arcade ! How cheerly shone the glimpse of Heav'n Beyond that verdant ...
... eyes , and ears alert , As one who walks afraid , I wander'd down the dappled path Of mingled light and shade— How sweetly gleam'd that arch of blue Beyond the green arcade ! How cheerly shone the glimpse of Heav'n Beyond that verdant ...
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... eyes , And laughs with horrid glee- A dreary laugh and desolate , Where mirth is void and null , As hollow as its echo sounds Within the hollow skull- " Whoever laid this tree along , His hatchet was not dull ! " The human arm and human ...
... eyes , And laughs with horrid glee- A dreary laugh and desolate , Where mirth is void and null , As hollow as its echo sounds Within the hollow skull- " Whoever laid this tree along , His hatchet was not dull ! " The human arm and human ...
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Page 41 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 42 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 47 - 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 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 45 - 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 4 - ... ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Page 344 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Page 44 - The rough river ran, Over the brink of it ! Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly. Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs, frigidly. Stiffen too rigidly. Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them ; And...
Page 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 35 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted...