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Page 37
... Rich hangings , storied by the needle's art , With scripture history , or classic fable ; But all had faded , save one ragged part , Where Cain was slaying Abel . The silent waste of mildew and the moth Had marr'd THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 37.
... Rich hangings , storied by the needle's art , With scripture history , or classic fable ; But all had faded , save one ragged part , Where Cain was slaying Abel . The silent waste of mildew and the moth Had marr'd THE HAUNTED HOUSE . 37.
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... ! 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 ! THE LADY'S DREAM . THE lady lay in her bed 48 THE SONG OF THE SHIRT .
... ! 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 ! THE LADY'S DREAM . THE lady lay in her bed 48 THE SONG OF THE SHIRT .
Page 57
... into his lordship's house , To steal the plate so rich ; Or leave the yeoman that had a purse To welter in a ditch . Wherever Nature needs , Wherever Labour calls , No job I'll shirk of the hardest work , To THE LAY OF THE LABOURER . 57.
... into his lordship's house , To steal the plate so rich ; Or leave the yeoman that had a purse To welter in a ditch . Wherever Nature needs , Wherever Labour calls , No job I'll shirk of the hardest work , To THE LAY OF THE LABOURER . 57.
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... rich by easy trips May go to heav'n , whereas the poor and lowly Must work their passage , as they do in ships . 1 ; - One place there is - beneath the burial sod Where all mankind are equalised by death ; Another place there is - the ...
... rich by easy trips May go to heav'n , whereas the poor and lowly Must work their passage , as they do in ships . 1 ; - One place there is - beneath the burial sod Where all mankind are equalised by death ; Another place there is - the ...
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... rich and poor , - Might sit for Hell and represent the Devil ! Such are the solemn sentiments , O Rae , In your last Journey - work , perchance , you ravage , Seeming , but in more courtly terms , to say I'm but a heedless , creedless ...
... rich and poor , - Might sit for Hell and represent the Devil ! Such are the solemn sentiments , O Rae , In your last Journey - work , perchance , you ravage , Seeming , but in more courtly terms , to say I'm but a heedless , creedless ...
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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...