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... fear'd him all the more , For lying there so still : There was a manhood in his look , That murder could not kill ! 66 And , lo ! the universal air Seem'd lit with ghastly flame ; — Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down ...
... fear'd him all the more , For lying there so still : There was a manhood in his look , That murder could not kill ! 66 And , lo ! the universal air Seem'd lit with ghastly flame ; — Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down ...
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... fear , From bough to bough to spring ; The solid bole Had ne'er a hole To hide a living thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so ...
... fear , From bough to bough to spring ; The solid bole Had ne'er a hole To hide a living thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so ...
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... fear ! With sudden fear her wormy quest The Thrush abruptly quits— Through thistle , bent , and tangled fern The startled Cony flits ; And on the Larch's lowest bough No more the Ousel sits . With sudden fear The dappled Deer Effect a ...
... fear ! With sudden fear her wormy quest The Thrush abruptly quits— Through thistle , bent , and tangled fern The startled Cony flits ; And on the Larch's lowest bough No more the Ousel sits . With sudden fear The dappled Deer Effect a ...
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Thomas Hood. With sudden fear The dappled Deer Effect a swift escape ; But well might bolder creatures start , And fly , or stand agape , With rising hair , and curdled blood , To see so grim a Shape ! The very sky turns pale above ; The ...
Thomas Hood. With sudden fear The dappled Deer Effect a swift escape ; But well might bolder creatures start , And fly , or stand agape , With rising hair , and curdled blood , To see so grim a Shape ! The very sky turns pale above ; The ...
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... fears— A Wife lamenting love's decay , With secret cruel tears , Distilling bitter , bitter drops From sweets of former years- “ A Man within whose gloomy mind Offence had darkly sunk , Who out of fierce Revenge's cup Hath madly ...
... fears— A Wife lamenting love's decay , With secret cruel tears , Distilling bitter , bitter drops From sweets of former years- “ A Man within whose gloomy mind Offence had darkly sunk , Who out of fierce Revenge's cup Hath madly ...
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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...